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Stories

2026-05-26T02:55:46Z

InvaderRed: updated main page (i think this new wiki terrifies me sometimes T~T)

Here, people outside of Solomonari may submit their stories for review, and, if accepted, will be added to the mainline wiki.

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* [[Stories/Maroon Moonlight|Maroon Moonlight]]
* [[Stories/Before My Hunt|Before My Hunt]]

Stories/Before My Hunt

2026-05-25T19:11:20Z

InvaderRed: Added 'Before My Hunt' by Sylveuzs!

== Before My Hunt | Sylveuzs ==
----I paced the sandstone walkways. Back and forth, back and forth. How many times have I done this now? I can’t recall a day where I wasn’t retracing the same steps I had taken for Ion knows how long. The sand and dust under my feet flowed out with each step in familiar patterns that I had seen thousands of times over.

It had started to finally get stale. More so than the air and dust that flowed throughout the halls of this underground city. These old bones had at last gotten to a state where I could exit the Kiraak, and yet there was nothing worthwhile to do outside. Nothing besides the same few scuffles that resulted in pointless deaths.

The pointless deaths did weigh on my mind, though. I wish I could have stopped them, I really do. My condition stopped me from fighting against those damned spiders that killed many of us. ''Too'' many of us. The skirmishes out towards the east against the Mekhanites weren’t as bad with the Serpents on our side, but people still ''died.''

It gets to a point. I have done nothing but walk the same paths in the depths of the Kiraak and ponder to myself while my brothers in arms drop dead every day. I have wished for so long that my name was something that my fellow Nälkäns could find safely and solace in, and yet I sit here doing nothing. I find no worth in those occasional small battles, but perhaps…

And that’s when it was announced. Those currently in the Kiraak were all gathered together in the main hall to be given a task. Something that was finally of interest after all this time. Our goal was to collect biomass for Vasa Koi, a hundred bodies to feed the rotting Kiraak to the south. Maybe, just maybe, it was finally time to pick the hunt back up…

I went back to my quarters and dusted off my armor before finally putting it on for the first time in what felt like ages. Its weight washed over me like a wonderful warmth, and it still fit perfectly. I picked up the rest of my things; a pristine vasanorok that hadn’t seen service in as long as I have, my trusty corax, and my lükütaka. It was finally time to prove to myself that I was worthy of protecting my brethren, that my name was one to find true comfort in.

They will all know my name. Friend or foe.

''Hajoaminen Ritari''.

Solomonari:Fables/Tales/The Chant of Life

2026-05-24T17:42:58Z

InvaderRed: Added 'The Chant of Life' by Joseoh!

'''The Chant of Life'''

[Joseoh] | [5/24/2026]
----Deep sorrow has struck the lineage of Strawsberry, as death devoureth the soul of the newborn Noah, the stillborn cast into the abyss of oblivion before its eyes even part. The mother’s eyes became dark from sorrow, the constant mourning morphing the contours of her face into a rotten grimace, a shadow of the former, life-exuding figure she once was. The son sequestered himself from the view of all, a living corpse devoid of joy, set in humble chambers which were once lit with radiance. The father was the only one who took attempts at rejuvenating the sorrowful family, regularly forcing everyone to take collective walks outside or enjoy the peace of nature… yet even he grieved in the shrouded darkness of the moon, restless for hours.

Thus, weeks passed, as life would progressively get worse, until… one day, the father returned from the grueling clerical occupation. Inside his working bag, designed much akin to a medical one, there hid a very… unconventional piece of literature. Hearing of the loss inside the family, his colleague gifted the symphony dubbed '''“The Chant of Life”.''' The composition itself was exceptionally crafted, a work of a true master composer exuding excellence in every chord. The vocal aspects of the work though, they baffled and amused the grieved man. Strange syllables written in a language he has never witnessed in his entire life, letters blending together, creating a cacophony of inexplicable illocution. Perhaps the author wanted to attract the interest of the observer through such a unique expression…

After the grief stricken family had dinner, the father gazed unto the art before him, utterly baffled by the incomprehensible nature of the text. Which, nonetheless, seemed to allure the man, as if he could distinguish letters, expressions and syllables. The text did provide a new meaning of life to the man, an inspiration. In parallel though, the grieving family would get progressively worse, the cycle of grief never leaving the mother and the son, as each locked inside their rooms. Fading slowly, like unto a branch cut off from the tree…

One day though, the father wouldn’t return for long hours… Deep into the night, the door barged in violently, thrashed with urgency. Acting instinctively, the son would immediately rush and fetch a simple hunting rifle from a hidden shelf in his closet. The son descended into dread, only to find a dirt covered father with a tiny, dead infant in his hands. The son was startled and utterly motionless for a moment, as the father delicately placed the infant onto the rough wooden floor. The commotion had also woken up the mother, as the father expected, and the distraught lady slowly made her way downstairs, as the father expected… With a cautious voice, he began to speak:

“This may seem insane and unethical right now… but please trust me. I hate seeing you ruined day by day, by grief and distraught over the death of our son and thus, I had to make this choice, for the sake of you and me…”

The father would utter, his voice a delicate whisper, wavering from grief, each syllable carrying the immense pain of the loss…

“Please… repeat after me…”

Thus, the confused, yet, hopeful son and mother would sing…

The next day, the radiant joy returned into the household, as the infant would be sat alongside the family, his smile full and his eyes scarlet…

Stories

2026-05-19T01:49:54Z

InvaderRed: updated main page

Stories/Maroon Moonlight

2026-05-19T01:19:36Z

InvaderRed: added 'Maroon Moonlight' by... an anonymous nälkän!? ooooh, spooky!!

== Maroon Moonlight | Anonymous '''Nälkän''' ==
----Someone had squawked. Their recklessness was putting the Nälkä in danger, and it had to be dealt with. Väisänen wanted to simply set them on the right path, but the time had long passed for that... no, the ''only'' option was to terminate them.

She often had doubts & reservations about this action. The Nälkä promoted love, after all... this felt against all of her teachings, but despite the voice nagging her in her head, she also knew that if they were allowed to keep running free, the Nälkä could... no, ''would'' be in serious danger. Thankfully, she had pulled some strings, and knew that this problematic individual would be at a bar tonight.

Väisänen crouched in a tree as she waited for them to come out of the bar.. She had her trusty Gewehr 43, a rifle that had gone through many changes over its lifetime, just like her. While it started off as a standard issue German rifle with a ZF-4 scope, it had been rechambered in 7.62x51mm NATO and was modified to use a picatinny rail, mounted with a much newer ZF4-MKO rifle scope with a NSV 1000 night sight.

She had already dialed in the range, the nearby landmarks proved helpful as she knew their distance off by heart. Her finger rested on the trigger, her heart rate steady and her mind ready to do what it had to. The Nälkän walked out of the bar; she held her breath to steady her scope, and she squeezed the trigger.

The shot rang out across the town, bouncing off of structures, echoing for what felt like forever. She pulled out her binoculars to double-check that she got the kill... she had; there was no way they could have survived that. She slid down the tree, picked up the casing her rifle ejected, and fled the area on foot, sticking to the shadows.

Solomonari:Fables/Tales/The Day

2026-03-30T18:44:38Z

InvaderRed: Added 'The Day' by Joseoh!

'''The Day'''

[Joseoh] | [22/3/2026]
----The pallid beast sat beside the blazing inferno lit inside the snow clad yurt, gazing into the flames, mesmerized by the shapes and forms dancing and twirling with each other, like the folk dances which he witnessed countless times over his, now eternal, lifespan. The flame had always inspired the creature, even in the darkest of hours. For when the stag was forced to abandon his homeland, it warmed him, and in the ground freezing night, when life abandoned the soil and doomed the living to the gruesome death of cold, it rejuvenated him. Thus he gazed into the flame for hours, like a moth, mindlessly lamenting over his past… Alka, who trembled like a leaf nearby, craved the flame with great hunger, positioning her frail and frozen physique as close to the pyre as possible, absorbing any heat that radiated from the cerise marvel…

“Karcist Uroshivri…”

Alka muttered, through trembling lips, her breath tangled with frost, her gaze glancing towards the ancient one, both in reverence and pleading, her accelerated heartbeat echoing off the walls of the thick leather which veiled the yurt. Master and apprentice did not sit idly in vain, for the cause of such extreme conditions was the repetition of the main principle which drove the Nalka: The desire for perseverance. For all life desireth to persevere, to adapt and reform, in order to protect its composition and existence. The damning cold served that purpose well; though malign, it did supply the necessary tribulations mandated to prone the flesh of the apprentice to adapt and evolve. The karcist glanced briefly at the suffering of his apprentice, noting the new sinews she was slowly forming to combat the frost. The fragile youth the stag rescued had strayed away from the paths of Nalka, for she abandoned the gracious gift of Ion, moving into the large settlements he had heard only fables about: Abodes rising above the skies, burning chariots that moved faster than any wolf could ever hope to run… Such news fascinated him deeply, for never he could imagine that the human kind can fathom such inventions. Amidst the lamentation, he glanced at the trembling young one, his eyes filling with remembrance in an instant, flashing with barely concealed and deep rooted fascination, as he spoke…

“Alka, I have remembered something taught eons ago, after the disappearance of '''''The Devourer of Gods…''”'''

The raspy old voice crackled, coughing amidst the howling cold of the outside. Alka’s desperate contest against the frost coming to a halt for a moment, as her entire attention shifted towards her master, eyes widening slightly in intrigue… Despite her childhood taking place in the tales of ancient conquests and heroes, the admiration surged through her when the stag presented a new tale for her ears to hearken unto. For, the ancient shamanistic experience of the stag allowed for vibrant and often physical representation of sagas long past, that pulsed and rejuvenated her spirit and mind. Thus the beast rose, its antlers as if extending beyond their original proportions, the usually stoic expression shifting its expression in an instant, as its vocal chords contorted into an alien, authoritative voice, primordial in its nature, an echo of the past. The flames arose and engulfed the rotting yurt, reinstating vitality into the decreasing construct of bone and flesh, as shapes and forms formed in the flame, animated and moving… Alka questioned if this was still her reality, or another magic trick her master utilized in order to convey his teachings, regardless she was already deeply fascinated and ready to absorb everything she would hearken unto…

'''“There shall come a day, that shall be the end of all days. For our lord of life shall arise and break the chains that confine him to a realm alien and distant from us. The Old Gods shall fall that day, verily I saith unto you, brothers and sisters, that day will bring ruin to the worshippers of death, for death shall perish among all suffering and pain. Harak shall be stricken first, the essence of suffering and pain itself, the blind chaos that devours all living. He shall be pierced by the staff of our lord and be cast to feed the vultures of the sky. Then the ancient machine shall be devoured by the flame of The Beacon of Man, that the world may know that flesh is the only way to salvation, for proliferation of machines is death to life and the paradise that shall soon come. The skies shall be thrashed into the blood of our lord, for we will rise with him, all dead and living guided by his mercy. We shall know no sin or suffering, no hunger or thirst, no death and tarnish, that his words may come true and that we bask forever as free people of the new world and not as slaves to the carnal desires of the old world that the Old Gods have imposed unto us. This all I declare, Nadox, who was called The Lord of Mysteries, may I suffer the worst curse if my words bear falsehood and may my flesh be torn by the beasts of the land if I lied to my brothers and sisters...”'''

Thus spoke the ancient karcist to his disciple, on the freezing night…

Solomonari:People Of Interest/Outsiders

2026-03-13T04:43:28Z

InvaderRed: updated main page (IM FINALLY FREEEEEEE)

POI parent page for people who are not Nalkans, but are still relevant to the Cult.
----[[Solomonari/People Of Interest/Outsiders/Austin "Ringo" Rodriguez|Austin "Ringo" Rodriguez]]

[[Solomonari/People Of Interest/Outsiders/Kate Everwood|Kate Everwood]]

Solomonari:People Of Interest/Outsiders/Austin "Ringo" Rodriguez

2026-03-13T04:39:27Z

InvaderRed: teeny tiny formatting tweak

'''//: Austin "Ringo" Rodriguez'''

Dice | 3/9/26
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[[File:POI Photo 15.png|thumb]]
'''Full Name:''' Austin Rodriguez

'''Age:''' 36

'''Affiliation:''' Independent/ Unaffiliated with any known GOI’s besides his own backwater TV station “Channel 3 News” in Santa Cruz, Philippines.

'''Status:''' Unfortunately, alive and healthy with seemingly no mental issues being reported from his last untimely visit.

'''Related GOIs:''' Related to a number of sects within the Sarkic Cults, some maintain positive relations while others loathe this person entirely. Even though he is loosely tied to multiple GOI’s, the one with the most contact with him is the Order Of The Cascading Garden.

'''Appearance:''' A rather bulky 5’5 male with an incredibly well-kept black pompadour and exaggerated oval glasses. He often wears a combination of a coat, white collar button-up and black tie with slacks or jeans and is often seen with a little white bird on his head, his bodyguard, Jerome, and an anomalous belt with the words “The Casino Is Calling…” It can change size according to the user's will but has no other abilities besides that.

'''Origins:''' Born to the “Millers” in 1988, he was born to a Caucasian family with roots belonging to the first colonists from Jamestown. He was an outstanding theater kid, quickly stating his wish to become a celebrity early in his childhood. His dedication to that wish was apparent in all activities, educational or otherwise. Eventually he graduated with average scores and grades, slowly but surely fading into the background as he entered his adult life where he would remain in a cycle of work and rest. Until he turned thirty. He had stumbled upon the creation of a Kiraak on his birthday trip in Japan, happily exploring the Aokigahara. He was immediately entranced by the mysterious events that transpired and became even further enamored by the existence of the Sarkic Cults due to the sighting of Cascading Garden member “Aria Cortez”. This discovery led him down a deep rabbit hole after returning to the United States, where he would fade into the background once again, re-appearing two years later with an entirely new identity, mannerisms and news station founded in the Philippines. It is currently unknown where or how he obtained such a drastic change in lifestyle, identity and wealth, but it is theorized that he pulled a few strings on his connections.

'''Abilities:''' His abilities and equipment so far show clear signs of guidance from the Solomonari or possibly other spellcasting GOI’s. As for abilities that have been seen, they shall be listed here:

* Invisibility
* Thaumaturgy (This ability allows him to produce harmless effects, such as projections of noises like a falcon cry, snuffing or intensifying flames for a short time of time, projecting his voice above the standard decibels of a shout and freshening up his hair.)
* “Outfit” of Holding ( The pockets found in the coat and pants often contain furniture of varying sizes and shapes; however, they don’t seem to have any weight behind them until Ringo has physically let go of them.)
* Jerome (An anomalous and quiet bodyguard that changes their appearance. They don’t do much else outside of being extra muscle for Ringo, but they have unwavering loyalty to them. How these two met is entirely unknown.)
* Bird of Animation (An anomalous white bird that violently chirps inanimate objects to life, often under the command of Ringo himself. The animated objects are harmless but often serve as obstacles or additional staff in certain scenarios.)
* Casino Belt (A cosmetic belt that can change its size according to the wearer’s will.)
* Kinetoglyph Arsenal (A personal collection of Kinetoglyphs that grant him varying cosmetic effects upon completion, such as fireworks bursting behind him or a bright flash of light surging forth from his pompadour.)

'''Recent Activity:''' He has recently been appearing in a number of Kiraaks and often intruding in the midst of rituals or events no matter how minute, often conducting impromptu interviews (Some interviews contained extended consumption periods of spicy hot wings) or outright hosting weather reports within the Kiraak. However, he has shown a level of discipline and respect for certain sects if they play along with his antics, allowing him to garner information about the Sarkic Cults while exchanging his own information from other GOI’s that he’s unreasonably infiltrated.

'''Conclusion:''' An odd individual that is ultimately physically harmless but can become a threat if he ever decides to leak this information or actively sabotage the Sarkic Cults, with his abilities it would be an extremely easy task…but for now he is simply an anomaly we either enjoy or dread seeing.

File:POI Photo 15.png

2026-03-13T04:38:38Z

InvaderRed:

Solomonari:People Of Interest/Nalkans/Sparky

2026-03-13T04:34:49Z

InvaderRed: formatting fix

'''//: Sparky | “The Masked Neko”'''

SparkySlime1311 | 2/6/2026
----[[File:POI Photo 9.png|thumb|''<nowiki>Most Recent Image Taken of Sparky | Circa: ██</nowiki>''/''██''/''████ Area Taken:'' '''[REDACTED]''']]
'''''WARNING:''''' ''All Following Redactions exist purely for''

''your safety in viewing the below information.''

* ''Also, any sensitive information has been denoted by'' ████ ''at your convenience.''

'''''View at your own discretion.'''''

'''Full Name:''' “Sparky”

'''Age:''' Unknown. Presumed early 20s, behavior dictates

significant youth despite signs of significant age.

'''Affiliation:''' Sarkics / “Kanrisha” (presumed affiliation)

'''Status:''' According to most understood and recently uncovered documentation regarding their affiliation with the

''Cascading Garden'', this person of interest is currently alive and functional. Attempts to monitor this individual have all been met with harsh resistance, mostly due in part to their ''Most Recent Image Taken of Sparky'' connection regarding an old paganistic belief granting them certain adaptations.

* ''Unknown if said adaptations correlate with connections regarding Nälkän affiliation.''

'''Related GOI’s:''' Curiously, despite thorough investigation on part of our expeditioners and compiled documentation on the phenomenon that is their existence, we were unable to find much mention or recorded snapshots of Sparky –throughout recorded history, oddly enough aside– yet that would all change following the uncovering and documentation of a recently practically destroyed GOI. The priorly unnamed, unrecorded underground Kiraak –it is now believed that this Kiraak was connected to an incident following Sparky and a religious movement, starting in the Appalachian Mountains back as far back in ██/██/████ and ['''DATA EXPUNGED'''] in the forests of ['''REDACTED''']– yet, oddly enough, there does exist trace records that survived post the mangled Kiraak that have been in use in piecing together information regarding their existence.

Curiously as well, there does exist confirmation of their involvement and affiliation with the Cascading Garden per a few sightings and a sect article – which has been reviewed as a surprisingly comprehensive piece concerning their scattered history.

'''Description:''' Sparky was among a list of missing children and young folk that had disappeared in the Americas, following a then new and on the rise paganistic belief.

* ''It is believed that the fictional urban legend “creepypasta” of the [Slenderman, Operator, Tall Man], and ['''REDACTED'''] are representative of the paganistic belief. It is currently undecided on if the creation of such myth was involved in covering up the associated belief or not.''

Due in large part to the nature of Sparky’s abduction, their early life is largely a mystery. It is unknown even whom they were born to, yet evidence suggests a largely Welsh ancestry. For the large part of what was their early years even into young adulthood, the only significant activity from them was the then common proxy behavior from those inducted into the belief, especially from such an early age. Yet, curiously enough, following the destruction of the prior-mentioned Kiraak near one such forest – Sparky had by all intents and purposes, re-emerged to the public world.

According to our analysts, sightings of “the Masked Stalker” (earliest nickname) became but further urban legend. Crapshoot posts, storyboards, and even the most infamous sighting that appeared in a post in a subreddit detailing a user’s distant encounter with “the Masked Stalker”.

* ''It should also be noted that there have been reports of this image and associated text appearing elsewhere, in such places like a 4chan thread and elsewhere on the web.''
[[File:POI Photo 10.png|thumb|''Attached: Presumed Sighting of Sparky'']]
''“It almost felt like a dream. A long, terrible, uncomfortable nightmare. That encounter with that fucking - thing in that dingy building. Trust me when I write this that there is the utmost seriousness in this warning I impart. If you find yourself to be in the regions of █████, ███ █████, █████████, or the far south; then please, separate yourself. Leave.''

''I faintly remember that awful, awful day–''

''wandering through that building, tired beyond my days and my vision warped; the figure before me in shrouded robe. My hands clammy, fingers shaky as I snapped the picture you now see before you. Absorb it. Fear it. Please.”''

Following this, “the Masked Stalker” disappeared once more – any lasting mention of them since reduced to free coverup, through documented continuation of internet myth as a “''Slender Proxy''”. From what our expeditioners were able to confirm however, data sourced out from…China.

Curiously, from reports it was found that numerous attempts were made to traffic out or even simply “acquire” Sparky for various services, one attempt even detailing an attempt made by the Yakuza to ['''REDACTED'''] which resulted in a ['''DATA EXPUNGED'''], the only survivor reported in grainy security footage seen interacting with Sparky as ███ ███ ████ ███████ ███ █████, ████████ ██ ██ ███████ ███████ ████████. For about 10 years after what has henceforth been known as the ['''Re-Emergence Event II'''] –with the prior two of Sparky’s public appearances being denoted under ['''Emergence Event'''] and ['''Re-Emergence Event I''']– Sparky was for all intents and understanding officially '''MIA'''; however, one of our expeditioners had managed a snapshot after a chance encounter at a restaurant.

* ''It is also impertinent to note that the photograph at the beginning of this document was found in the damaged SIM card of the cellular device belonging to a then-missing cryptozoologist. Whom somehow appeared to have stumbled upon ['''REDACTED'''] during a planned hiking outing in the woods of Southern ███ █████████. Degradation to the quality of the digital photograph is through a presumed interference relating to the paganistic belief.''
[[File:POI Photo 11.png|thumb]]
Sharing similar qualities to the other displayed photographs of encounters with the then “Masked Neko” (current nickname), the image grain applied appears to be an effect of already predisposed relations to the paganistic belief.

From what is able to seen however, is an unusually passive demeanor, unusual given the prior proxy behavior displayed by the “Masked Neko”; this among other collected documents allows for a bettered understanding of the timeline regarding Sparky’s induction into ''Cascading Garden''.

Following this, it is to be understood that a month before this snapshot, was sourced, the affiliated Yakuza involved with ['''REDACTED'''] had by all intents and purposes disappeared. The hired guns were found…indesposed, with ritualistic carvings appearing in the bodies of said mercenaries that weren’t brutalized beyond recognition, i.e, as recognizable cadavers.

Following Sparky being MIA, we confidently believe this is around her actual induction into the ''Cascading Garden'' –we also presume such time was taken due largely in part to the prior conflict with the Yakuza’s attempted ['''DATA EXPUNGED'''], thus Sparky’s ritualistic killing of the few hired Yakuza could be understood as reparations towards the sect– as this was around the ['''Re-Emergence Event IV'''], notably the most…inactive, of the Re-Emergence Events.

From what is understood of the appended documentation and all attached images that hadn’t degraded into accelerated generation loss, it seems that Sparky’s role in the ''Cascading Garden'' is something ever-changing; given her past, it is far from surprising that a change from the paganistic belief to Nälkä would result in something much like an empty slate. It is likely that Sparky has been systematically molded as something far more passive, educated compared to the usual proxy behavior displayed in the paganistic belief.

* ''Curiously, however, a significant change was found in Sparky’s transfer to the Cascading Garden in that all interference has seemed to all but cease. Exchanged for what seems to be Sparky’s primary role, categorization of and assorting of stories and tales shared between the sect.''

''It is unfortunate, though, that such a detailed note came at the cost of our own personnel; it seems that even the powers that be with the Cascading Garden couldn’t erase every remnant of Sparky’s proxy behavior, albeit, this appears to crop up largely in antisocial personality disorder tendencies, from what was seen.''

Solomonari:People Of Interest/Nalkans/The Stag Warrior

2026-03-13T04:34:04Z

InvaderRed: Added photo to the Stag Warrior's POI page!

'''{- “ The Stag Warrior ” -}'''

Joseph (SamsonSamsinich4) | 2/8/2026
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[[File:POI Photo 14.png|thumb]]
'''''Full Name:''''' ''Due to the presumed period of birth of the entity described below, its full name could not be retrieved or extracted from any known source, written or oral.''

'''''Age:''''' ''Presumed to be 4000 years old.''

'''''Affiliation:''''' ''Sarkics / “The Vasna of Sarvi”''

'''''Threat Level:''''' ''Possesses no harm to the wider public, yet acts with hostility, if threats to the “Vasna of Sarvi” are posed.''

'''''Status:''''' ''The current status of the entity is largely unknown, with the most recent investigation tracing their location to the Boreal forest zone, alongside the followers of the entity. However, it is worth noting that the lineage and tribe where the entity was conceived were identified through similar ritualistic practices and remarkable linguistic documentation by the entity itself, which contained almost no distinctions from the Finno-Uralic syllables of the “Vasna of Sarvi”.''

'''''Description:''''' ''“The Stag Warrior” was presumed to have originated from the Nordic Boreal area during the late Bronze Age. From the extracted oral documentation, his parents were identified as ordinary settlers who, alongside other countless migrating tribes, settled in the dense forests of the Boreal region. His youth remains largely a mystery, due to conflicting oral testimony and mythical elements , though a consistent narrative theme appears to guide all of them. The young settler was profoundly interested in exploration and explanation of life’s key philosophical and theological questions regarding the purpose of existence and suffering. Noticing such aspirations and enthusiasm in the young settler, the local religious leader, only known as “The Father” took the responsibility to educate the child in the ways of the polytheistic proto-Nordic religion, the fate of the boy being sealed to become the new religious and political leader of the “Reindeer Folk of Adytum”, once “The Father” would perish.''

''The young boy was a diligent learner, spending all of his time in dedication to arcane studies and theological inquiry, soon making remarkable progress in both fields, developing a deep philosophical understanding of the world that would play a key role later in his life. Around the time of his adulthood, he took the role of leading the religious and spiritual life of the local tribes, recognised for his wisdom and unique perception of the universe. Unfortunately, a tragedy soon struck the Nordic settlers, with the expansion of the mighty Daevite Empire reaching the Nordic regions. Due to the immense threat posed to the Nordic people, especially the “Reindeer Folk of Adytum” to which “The Stag Warrior” belonged, the Norse tribes assembled in one coalition to repel the invaders and protect their sovereignty. A long bloody conflict ensued afterwards, men, women and children all clashing against the slavers and securing substantial victories over the Daeva, in no small part to the contributions of the reindeer folk, utilising their semi-animalistic ferocity to destroy any resistance and crush the assaulting armies of the Daeva. During this period, the stag led his tribe to decisive victories, pursuing the Daeva deeply into their own territory, thus having moral and strategical accumulative effect, further bolstering the resistance of the Nordic coalition. There were reports discovered through the archeological studies of the Foundation, describing the plea of a commander to the general leading the operation, requesting the immediate withdrawal from the Nordic regions:''

''“With all due respect and utmost honour, Matriarch, sustaining military operations in this region is a strategic impossibility. Our supply lines are constantly cut off, and despite the technological inferiority of the savages, our losses exceed all acceptable norms. We strongly advocate for the immediate withdrawal of our men from this region, to prevent further loss of manpower and lives.”''

''Despite the immense losses sustained by the Daevite colonisation force , the tides of war soon shifted against the Nordic coalition at the arrival of the “ Priesthood of Blood”. Calling upon the powers of “Harak”, they soon overwhelmed the defenders with the accursed sorcery, casting a period of sorrow upon the Nordic coalition, which was forced to submit to the Daevite rule and accept the bondage of slavery. Witnessing such devastating power, the stag himself was heavily impacted, believing that an open warfare against Daeva would result in absolute devastation, despite the fact, still refusing to surrender. Thus, a small coalition of tribes which refused to abide by the law of the Daeva, vanished into the mountains, rivers, and taigas of the Boreal area, including the “ Reindeer Folk of Adytum”. Resuming their lives and resistance, they became a major hindrance to the expansion of the Daeva, under the guidance of “The Stag Warrior” , disrupting logistical chains between colonies and allied settlements.''

''During this time period, the majority of the Nordic tribes abandoned the beliefs in the Scandinavian gods, accepting that they had abandoned their worshipers in time of need, the same extended to the personal beliefs of “The Stag Warrior”, who radicalised the idea, considering the gods as a threat to the existence of the living, based on the unpleasant experience with the “Priesthood of Blood” during the war.''

''Such a unique combination of factors and beliefs eventually drew the attention of Grand Karcist Ion, hearing rumours and venturing into the Northern lands with his priestess master to participate in one of the countless annual blood rituals of the empire. Thus, after the formation of the anti-deistic and rebellious movement of Sarkicism, the Grand Karcist ventured to the snowy taigas of the Boreal region to muster the support of powerful Nordic tribes.''

''Thus, one night, the Grand Karcist sneaked into the abode of “The Stag Warrior”, the animalistic instinct soon registering the presence, thus initiating the long dialogue between the stag and the Grand Karcist.''

''The discussion revolved around the impossibility of defeating the Daeva conventionally due to the abominable yet effective blood magic they possessed. Hearing such arguments, the Grand Karcist swiftly utilised his powers to lengthen the antlers of the stag, in the blink of an eye. Fascinated by such power and recognising its potential, “The Stag Warrior” gave an oath to support Ion in the rebellion. Thus, the “Reindeer Folk of Adytum” became the first tribe to assist the Grand Karcist in the rebellion. Exploiting the powers of Sarkicism, the Daevite rule in the Nordic regions was soon put to an end, with the Nordic coalition being restored and declaring allegiance to the Grand Karcist, initiating the rebellion against the Daevite rule. During this period, “The Stag Warrior” was personally taught by the Grand Karcist in the ways of Sarkicism, its philosophy and dogmas, becoming one of the first Karcists under his mentorship. The “Reindeer Folk of Adytum” fought valiantly against the Daeva, with the stag having caused casualties counted in the thousands. Notably, during a massive altercation at the religious capital of the Daeva, “The Stag Warrior” personally encountered the Arch-Priest of the “Priesthood of Blood”. They clashed brutally for hours on end, wicked magic pruning through the flesh of the stag, cutting limbs and severing antlers. Yet, through the haze of battle, with blood magic skinning the face of the stag, it thrashed what was left of its antlers into the neck of the Arch-Priest, decapitating the symbol of might of the Empire, symbolically declaring the arrival of a new era.''

''After this particular event, the rebellion sprawled in size and grew in power, with all four Klavigar consecutively joining the forces of Ion. Bolstered by powerful allies, old and new alike, the Sarkic rebellion almost entirely decimated the Daeva and drove them to the outskirts of their empire, thus commencing the age of the Kalmaktama Empire, the deathless and eternal paradise. For the remarkable service and loyalty to the Grand Karcist, the “Reindeer Folk of Adytum” were granted the honour to abide in the capital of the newly formed Kalmaktama empire, Adytum. “The Stag Warrior” himself was granted the responsibility of regulating and enforcing the stability and law inside the capital, forming an effective civil protection unit, which was soon accepted by the allied cities as an effective way of law enforcement. Thus, decades of peace and prosperity came after the rebellious conflict, with new discoveries and bioengineering advancements discovered and implemented in the “Deathless” empire.''

''Even as the empire prospered into a grand and flourishing state, its fate was not meant to last for long, as it encountered the Mekhanite Empire. The heavily industrialised and heretical empire, which Ion deemed an abomination, would soon declare war on the Kalmaktama Empire. In these turbulent times, “The Reindeer Folk of Adytum” were called to wage war once again. The fury of the reindeer kind struck deeply into the ranks of the Mekhanite Empire, claiming many souls of the heretical army. Despite the best efforts of the Klavigar and the Karcists, the Mekhanite Empire and its coalition soon overwhelmed and pulverized the forces of the Deathless Empire, reducing their manpower and scattering the tribes. The warfare culminated at the battle of Adytum, during which the Grand Karcist was exiled from the material realm, invoking the consecutive downfall of the remaining Kalmaktama Empire.''

''After the catastrophic defeat, the Nordic tribes fled to the familiar Boreal region, settling in the ancestral lands, in the dense woodland and taigas, safe from the persecution of the Mekhanite Empire. “The Reindeer Folk of Adytum” , still led by the stag, would heavily isolate themselves for millennia, developing deep xenophobia in order to protect themselves from potential threat. As centuries passed, the teachings of Ion had to be passed down to the generations, which “The Stag Warrior” was unfit to perform anymore, due to the ever shifting cultural changes forming inside the isolated commune, despite its xenophobia. Soon, he taught a new Karcist to replace himself. Centuries of wisdom and experience passed down unto the newer generation did shape a competent and vigorous leader, ready to lead the reindeer kind. The stag himself left the commune, feeling his purpose in this world was finally finished: He protected his kind as much he had been able to, and reinstated them to the ancestral lands. Now he may be gone…''

''Thus, no one heard of the stag for many, many centuries still, until now. For, with the expansion of modern technology and surveillance means, the “Vasna of Sarvi”''

''have experienced progressive tension with local Mekhanite sects, increasingly hostile to the remote commune, thus forcing the hand of the ancient being once again, taking the role of the protector and preserver of the ancient tribe, when the intervention is necessary.''

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Solomonari:People Of Interest/Nalkans/Aria Cortez

2026-03-13T04:25:43Z

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'''//: Aria Cortez “FlightlessTraveler”'''

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'''Full Name:''' Aria Cortez

'''Age:''' Approx. early 40’s, appearance is estimated to be in her 30’s.

'''Affiliation:''' Sarkics / “Kanrisha” (Caretaker)

'''Status:''' According to the most recent documentation of the Cascading Garden, this Person of Interest is currently alive and healthy. Chances to monitor them are high but primarily come from third party sources, social media accounts, news and gossip circles due to her alternate persona as a travel blogger whose connections reach far into multiple high-class circles.

'''Related GOI’s:''' Through thorough investigation by our own investigators and acquired documents from third-party resources, we have found several different GOI’s that have mentioned or have extensively contacted Aria. Among these is the Cascading Garden which, after receiving a new sect article, has been confirmed as the best lead to piecing together her identity. Besides the Cascading Garden, she has been connected to several others, such as: Saints Of The Brine Pool, Infernal Church Of Bone and the Washington Archivists.

'''Description:''' Aria Cortez was born in Seattle, Washington, a Filipino-American born to Armando Cortez and Maria Dela Cruz. Her early life was unremarkable, showing no signs of influence or suspicious events, even during her early adult life. Though things took a turn when she turned 26. According to our investigation team, she had been kidnapped and sold after failing to repay a few loans to a disreputable loaning company. She was found a few months later in China, contracted to work under -/-/-/-/-/-. For about 6 years, she was under the control of her contractor and reports have shown that she had undergone a personality change, possibly due to the mental instability that was injected into her life as well as the physical harm she had endured. One report provided a photo of her sitting seemingly alone at an unknown sushi café. Her facial expressions give off a mix of fatigue and frustration towards someone, possibly whoever she was facing at the time. Though we’ve received another photo that is more recent, dated to be taken around last year. She seemingly has a more relaxed facial expression but came with a sudden modification of her body, presumably. Her dog ears and tail have been noted by the public as simple fashion add-ons that gained a bit of traction as a fashion trend for a few months. Though those who knew of her alternate identity would beg to differ.
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Shortly after the 6th year of her career as a ‘contracted’ servant, she disappeared along with her contractor. We speculate that this was around the time she had been recruited into the Cascading Garden as she re-appeared a few months later, spotted landing in Tokyo, Japan. The body of her contractor was also found around the same time, pulled up from the Yangtze River after it was seen lazily floating down a nearby stream. He was examined and his cause of death was determined to be from heavy, heavy bludgeoning.

Based on the recording that was attached to the document as well as the implications of the picture that was left, her role within the Cascading Garden had become one of importance, teaching new-comers in the way of the Nalka as well as actively manipulating the flow of information given to outsiders. Though that bundle of information came at a cost, as the missing researcher has not been found, a shame but progress cannot be made without sacrifices.

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Solomonari:People Of Interest/Nalkans/Sparky

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'''//: Sparky | “The Masked Neko”'''

SparkySlime1311 | 2/6/2026
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* ''Also, any sensitive information has been denoted by'' ████ ''at your convenience.''

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'''Full Name:''' “Sparky”

'''Age:''' Unknown. Presumed early 20s, behavior dictates

significant youth despite signs of significant age.

'''Affiliation:''' Sarkics / “Kanrisha” (presumed affiliation)

'''Status:''' According to most understood and recently uncovered documentation regarding their affiliation with the

''Cascading Garden'', this person of interest is currently alive and functional. Attempts to monitor this individual have all been met with harsh resistance, mostly due in part to their ''Most Recent Image Taken of Sparky'' connection regarding an old paganistic belief granting them certain adaptations.

* ''Unknown if said adaptations correlate with connections regarding Nälkän affiliation.''

'''Related GOI’s:''' Curiously, despite thorough investigation on part of our expeditioners and compiled documentation on the phenomenon that is their existence, we were unable to find much mention or recorded snapshots of Sparky –throughout recorded history, oddly enough aside– yet that would all change following the uncovering and documentation of a recently practically destroyed GOI. The priorly unnamed, unrecorded underground Kiraak –it is now believed that this Kiraak was connected to an incident following Sparky and a religious movement, starting in the Appalachian Mountains back as far back in ██/██/████ and ['''DATA EXPUNGED'''] in the forests of ['''REDACTED''']– yet, oddly enough, there does exist trace records that survived post the mangled Kiraak that have been in use in piecing together information regarding their existence.

Curiously as well, there does exist confirmation of their involvement and affiliation with the Cascading Garden per a few sightings and a sect article – which has been reviewed as a surprisingly comprehensive piece concerning their scattered history.

'''Description:''' Sparky was among a list of missing children and young folk that had disappeared in the Americas, following a then new and on the rise paganistic belief.

* ''It is believed that the fictional urban legend “creepypasta” of the [Slenderman, Operator, Tall Man], and ['''REDACTED'''] are representative of the paganistic belief. It is currently undecided on if the creation of such myth was involved in covering up the associated belief or not.''

Due in large part to the nature of Sparky’s abduction, their early life is largely a mystery. It is unknown even whom they were born to, yet evidence suggests a largely Welsh ancestry. For the large part of what was their early years even into young adulthood, the only significant activity from them was the then common proxy behavior from those inducted into the belief, especially from such an early age. Yet, curiously enough, following the destruction of the prior-mentioned Kiraak near one such forest – Sparky had by all intents and purposes, re-emerged to the public world.

According to our analysts, sightings of “the Masked Stalker” (earliest nickname) became but further urban legend. Crapshoot posts, storyboards, and even the most infamous sighting that appeared in a post in a subreddit detailing a user’s distant encounter with “the Masked Stalker”.

* ''It should also be noted that there have been reports of this image and associated text appearing elsewhere, in such places like a 4chan thread and elsewhere on the web.''
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''“It almost felt like a dream. A long, terrible, uncomfortable nightmare. That encounter with that fucking - thing in that dingy building. Trust me when I write this that there is the utmost seriousness in this warning I impart. If you find yourself to be in the regions of █████, ███ █████, █████████, or the far south; then please, separate yourself. Leave.''

''I faintly remember that awful, awful day–''

''wandering through that building, tired beyond my days and my vision warped; the figure before me in shrouded robe. My hands clammy, fingers shaky as I snapped the picture you now see before you. Absorb it. Fear it. Please.”''

Following this, “the Masked Stalker” disappeared once more – any lasting mention of them since reduced to free coverup, through documented continuation of internet myth as a “''Slender Proxy''”. From what our expeditioners were able to confirm however, data sourced out from…China.

Curiously, from reports it was found that numerous attempts were made to traffic out or even simply “acquire” Sparky for various services, one attempt even detailing an attempt made by the Yakuza to ['''REDACTED'''] which resulted in a ['''DATA EXPUNGED'''], the only survivor reported in grainy security footage seen interacting with Sparky as ███ ███ ████ ███████ ███ █████, ████████ ██ ██ ███████ ███████ ████████. For about 10 years after what has henceforth been known as the ['''Re-Emergence Event II'''] –with the prior two of Sparky’s public appearances being denoted under ['''Emergence Event'''] and ['''Re-Emergence Event I''']– Sparky was for all intents and understanding officially '''MIA'''; however, one of our expeditioners had managed a snapshot after a chance encounter at a restaurant.

* ''It is also impertinent to note that the photograph at the beginning of this document was found in the damaged SIM card of the cellular device belonging to a then-missing cryptozoologist. Whom somehow appeared to have stumbled upon ['''REDACTED'''] during a planned hiking outing in the woods of Southern ███ █████████. Degradation to the quality of the digital photograph is through a presumed interference relating to the paganistic belief.''
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Sharing similar qualities to the other displayed photographs of encounters with the then “Masked Neko” (current nickname), the image grain applied appears to be an effect of already predisposed relations to the paganistic belief.

From what is able to seen however, is an unusually passive demeanor, unusual given the prior proxy behavior displayed by the “Masked Neko”; this among other collected documents allows for a bettered understanding of the timeline regarding Sparky’s induction into ''Cascading Garden''.

Following this, it is to be understood that a month before this snapshot, was sourced, the affiliated Yakuza involved with ['''REDACTED'''] had by all intents and purposes disappeared. The hired guns were found…indesposed, with ritualistic carvings appearing in the bodies of said mercenaries that weren’t brutalized beyond recognition, i.e, as recognizable cadavers.

Following Sparky being MIA, we confidently believe this is around her actual induction into the ''Cascading Garden'' –we also presume such time was taken due largely in part to the prior conflict with the Yakuza’s attempted ['''DATA EXPUNGED'''], thus Sparky’s ritualistic killing of the few hired Yakuza could be understood as reparations towards the sect– as this was around the ['''Re-Emergence Event IV'''], notably the most…inactive, of the Re-Emergence Events.

From what is understood of the appended documentation and all attached images that hadn’t degraded into accelerated generation loss, it seems that Sparky’s role in the ''Cascading Garden'' is something ever-changing; given her past, it is far from surprising that a change from the paganistic belief to Nälkä would result in something much like an empty slate. It is likely that Sparky has been systematically molded as something far more passive, educated compared to the usual proxy behavior displayed in the paganistic belief.

* ''Curiously, however, a significant change was found in Sparky’s transfer to the Cascading Garden in that all interference has seemed to all but cease. Exchanged for what seems to be Sparky’s primary role, categorization of and assorting of stories and tales shared between the sect.''

''It is unfortunate, though, that such a detailed note came at the cost of our own personnel; it seems that even the powers that be with the Cascading Garden couldn’t erase every remnant of Sparky’s proxy behavior, albeit, this appears to crop up largely in antisocial personality disorder tendencies, from what was seen.''

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Solomonari:People Of Interest/Klavigar/Klavigar Nadox

2026-03-13T03:55:15Z

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== Klavigar Nadox ==
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'''Age:''' Approximately 4000 years old

'''Affiliation:''' Nalka/Sarkic/Loyal to the Grand Karcist Ion

Klavigar Nadox (Lord of Mysteries) is one of the four High Karcists/Klavigar of the Sarkic Cults and the patron of wisdom and knowledge. Being called upon for guidance and enlightenment, the transcendent being is believed to be the originator of the universal Nalkan alphabet, utilized by the majority of the proto-Sarkic cults, and the author of most scrolls, encompassing a plethora of topics, from Nalkan history to the various techniques used to “ Shepherd The Flesh,” preserved to this day, albeit in a very decrepit shape, rendering them mostly unusable.

The date of Nadox’s birth, alongside his genealogy, remains a mystery, yet it is presumed that he was born around 4000 years ago, in the most southern territories of the Daevite Empire. Being conceived in the ideals of peace and tranquility, Nadox spent his whole life diligently analyzing and memorizing the teachings of the ancient thinkers and philosophers, becoming a sage of his own at an old age. During that period, bearing witness and receiving news of the many atrocities occurring inside the Daevite Empire, Nadox began preaching his teachings throughout the Empire, challenging many cruel acts of the Empire. The ideas of peace and equality resonated throughout the slave population of the Empire, soon rallying massive support. The Daevite elite deeply despised such a threatening and oppositional movement. The Daevite authorities captured Nadox and publicly tortured him, beating him with lashes numerous times, before blinding and cutting his tongue off. Additionally, a mark bearing the name “Sufferer” was carved on his forehead as a sign to torture Nadox, yet not fully kill him, dooming him to a lifetime of torment until the very death. Thus, Nadox became a pariah, wandering the lands of the Empire, weak and diminished, with the slaves who once supported him, now forced to torture Nadox in the most brutal ways possible.

Though the suffering of the frail and melancholic sage did end soon, as one night he suffered from a fever dream, during which he saw a prophetic vision, during which a mythical being appeared in front of him, announcing that the dawn of a new era is nigh, an era which will be rid of “suffering and tears”. Inspired yet skeptical, the sage decided to leave in search of this mythical, messianic persona, having nothing more to lose in the pitiful state he was already in. Thus, he travelled to the uttermost northern regions of the Empire, soon meeting the mythical being, The Grand Karcist Ion himself, who treated Nadox of all of his afflictions, fully restoring the sage to his former glory. Soon Nadox joined the philosophical and rebellious movement, becoming the first disciple of Ion, a Klavigar, having tremendous success in that. Soon, the miniscule rebellious force spread and grew into a massive rebellion, succeeding to overthrow the Daevite rule and establish the Kalmaktama Empire, with the capital of Adytum. During this period of the golden age, Nadox utilized his vast knowledge of Sarkicism and the local cultures of each of the empire’s provinces to formulate a universal language, used to this day. Additionally, participating in an enormous amount of scientific research and contributions further empowering the military and technological capabilities of the empire.

As the salvific mission of the empire expanded to new territories, bring forth the words of Ion, the Kalmaktama Empire soon encountered a mechanized and deeply industrialized force, with an opposing philosophy and worldview, the Mekhanite Empire, with its leader, known as Robert Bumaro as of today. Soon, the tensions between warring philosophies and geopolitical interests grew into a militarized conflict, with both sides declaring war on each other. Due to the apparent threat the Kalmaktama Empire posed, the majority of the human civilizations of the Bronze Age joined the Mekhanites against the Kalmaktama Empire, sparking the “ First Occult War”. It is unknown how Nadox contributed to the Kalmaktama Empire during this period; it can be confidently presumed that the vast knowledge Nadox sustained and the philosophical differences of peaceful existence as opposed to the warring political realities rendered him a merciful and talented strategist, akin to the grand strategist of the southernmost territories where Nadox was born. Eventually, the Kalmaktama Empire couldn’t sustain its onslaught for long, being pushed by the superior numerical advantage of the Mekhanite coalition. Province after province was lost to the relentless march of machine and men, culminating at the battle of Adytum. The Grand Karcist himself commanded the battle, unleashing a powerful flurry of attacks, ending the lives of thousands upon thousands of adversaries, before the very “Builder of the Broken God” initiated a duel with the divine creature. The brutal contest lasted hours, with no side seemingly having an edge over the other, yet, in the end, with the assistance of the allied forces, Ion was defeated…However, not dead, as the city and Ion himself did vanish, presumably into another dimension. The Kalmaktama Empire soon fell apart into countless smaller tribes and nomads, who spread throughout the world, hiding from the ire of the Mekhanites.

Though the fall of Adytum was a major blow, Nadox didn’t waver in his faith, staying true to the Sarkic ideals. He travelled the Earth, preaching his wisdom and offering assistance to those who requested it, soon gathering a large following, forming a travelling caravan. Though the exact whereabouts of Nadox remain unknown, it is self-evident that he is still roaming the globe, and spreading the ideals of peace and Nalka through the nations.

Sources: The picture in question is credited to the infamous Sarkic art creator, Niram

Nadox | Villains Wiki | Fandom, Nadox | SCP Database Wiki | Fandom, Nadox | SCPOneCanonProject Wiki | Fandom.

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Solomonari:People Of Interest/Klavigar/Klavigar Saarn

2026-03-13T03:50:35Z

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== Klavigar Saarn ==
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'''Age:''' Approximately 4000 years old

'''Affiliation:''' Nalka/Sarkic/Loyal to the Grand Karcist Ion

Saarn ( The Coiled Shadow, The Whisperer, The Judgement of Ion) is one of the High Karcists/Klavigar of Sarkicism. She is the patron of mystery and secrecy, being called upon to reveal hidden secrets and for assistance in assassinations and schemes against the enemies of Sarkicism.

Saarn was born a humble servant in the household of an exceptionally wealthy Daeva family. Throughout her early years, she experienced constant abuse and mistreatment of various sorts, which fuelled her deep wrath towards the Daeva. In her teenage years, she finally took the opportunity to slaughter the family. Having stashed a dagger and gotten her hands on a destructive poison, she proceeded to poison and then brutally murder the family.

Though this act of bravery did free her of the abusive household, she was still caught for her crime and sentenced to execution, transferred to the fortress-prison of Kurst. Bound yet unbroken, she awaited her punishment with dignity and honour; however, the sparks of Ion’s rebellion were already stirring during that period. Thus, on a peaceful desert night, the Grand Karcist led the charge into the prison, utilizing both his strategic cunning and the powerful carnomancy of Nalka, to quickly dispose of the garrison and liberate the prisoners. Hearing Saarn’s story after the bloodshed, Ion did find it particularly impressive, thus taking her as his first personal disciple, a Klavigar. Soon , Saarn excelled in both in her stealthy ways and the manipulation of flesh, founding her own assassin’s regiment and diligently educating them.

Throughout the whole rebellion, Saarn served as a vital aspect of Ion’s force, herself and her underlings successfully eliminating key Daevite figures and stirring political disability and unrest throughout the whole Empire, facilitating its fall. In addition to that, she served as an expert informant and spy, delivering critical information and details to the Klavigar and Ion personally, allowing the Karcist’s force to excel against impossible odds and come on top of the bloodiest of battles. As such, the revolt soon succeeded, overthrowing the Daevite rule and establishing the Kalmaktama Empire.

Soon, the Kalmaktama Empire began its expansion throughout the whole Bronze Age world, meeting its arch-rival, the Mekhanite Empire. The philosophical and geopolitical disagreements soon led to a militarized conflict, with war being declared from both sides. Having no other option to stop the expanding Kalmaktama Empire, the various nations of the Bronze Age period, such as the Greek city-states, the Kingdom of Egypt, the Persians, and other ancient civilizations, also joined the conflict, initiating the First Occult War. During the brutal conflict, Saarn’s skills and mastery came to great use once more. Being an excellent infiltrator, she disrupted the supply chains of the enemy, causing massive civilian deaths and massacres in the backbone of the enemy force. Thus, the malign acts lead to massive loss of discipline and morale , leading to wider outbursts of unrest and revolts, which stalled the military operations of the enemy coalition significantly, allowing the Kalmaktama Empire to gain an edge.

Nevertheless, the enemy-coalition, sustaining enormous and overwhelming amounts of resources and technological advancement in the form of the Mekhanite machinery, began pushing the Nalkan force back into the deep territories of the empire, slowly yet steadily capturing province by province, culminating at the siege and battle of Adytum, the capital of the Kalmaktama Empire. The unmerciful and horrendous bloodshed lasted hours, causing colossal casualties to both sides, until a scathing moment occurred, when the leader of the Mekhanite Empire, Bumaro, fought The Grand Karcist. The two immensely powerful beings clashed for hours, yet with the power of the allies, Ion was defeated, but not killed, disappearing off the material plane, alongside the city of Adytum.

Afterwards, the empire fell apart and the different tribes of the empire scattered throughout the world. Saarn herself took on a new identity and began operations to protect and strengthen the influence of the Sarkic Cults, in order to revive the once-powerful empire and bring back the Grand Karcist, Ion.

Sources: Saarn | Villains Wiki | Fandom, Saarn | SCPOneCanonProject Wiki | Fandom,

All of the illustrations presented are credited to the infamous Sarkic painter Niram.

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Solomonari:People Of Interest/Klavigar/Klavigar Orok

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== Klavigar Orok ==
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'''Age:''' Roughly estimated to be 4000 years old.

'''Affiliation:''' Nalka/Sarkic/ Loyal to the Grand Karcist Ion

Klavigar Orok (Pale Tracker, The Horned Beast, The Brute Lord) is one of the High Karcists of Ion and the patron of war in the Sarkic Cults. He is revered for the strength and resilience attributed to him, believed to grant immense power and vigour to his followers. His current state is comatose, being held in a massive, megalithic underground temple, as stated in SCP‑2408, primarily by the post‑Soviet criminal organization “Hunter’s Black Lodge,” operating in post‑Soviet states.

Though conflicted, Orok was born nearly four thousand years ago as the chief of the “Tribe of the Bear,” achieving extreme influence over the local area due to his military and political brilliance. He was later captured and enslaved by the Daevite Matriarch Aśvighoṣa and brought to the city of Jel. Another version tells of Orok being initially born in Jel as a slave, already under Daevite rule. However, both narratives follow a similar continuation from this point. Orok became a gladiator in the city of Jel, fighting many foes and proving to be an immensely powerful warrior, capable of overpowering and defeating any adversary he might be put against. In light of that, Matriarch Aśvighoṣa made Orok her guardian. During this period of life, Orok had no thoughts of rebellion, knowing he would not succeed, and thus remained in a state of constant depression, emotionally broken by the reality of his slavery.

After serving for decades under Matriarch Aśvighoṣa, a massive rebellion eventually arose across the empire—the rebellion of the Grand Karcist Ion. At an unknown point in time, Ion’s forces captured the town of Jel, Ion himself being present during the battle. After the occupation, Ion presented an ultimatum to Matriarch Aśvighoṣa: either she aids in the spread of Sarkicism and supports the revolt, or she shall be executed. Matriarch Aśvighoṣa, infuriated, ordered Orok—who was present at the negotiations—to kill the Grand Karcist. Yet Orok hesitated to execute the command. A lifetime of slavery and servitude to a malevolent master caused an internal conflict within him, and seeing Ion’s ideals and success, Orok struck Matriarch Aśvighoṣa with such might that she turned to ash in the same moment. After this incident, Orok joined Ion’s forces and became a disciple of Ion, assisting in the spread of Sarkicism and the revolt against the Daevite Empire.

After achieving victory over the Daevite Empire, the Nalka began spreading the ways of Sarkicism throughout the world, soon meeting opposition in the form of the Mekhanite Empire. The conflict escalated quickly and transformed into a global one, known as the “First Occult War.” During the war, Orok once again proved himself to be an extremely powerful warrior and commander. Overpowering dozens of Mekhanites and slaughtering many enemies in his wake, he was eventually defeated after the culmination of the war, when Ion was banished from the material realm. Thus, being in a comatose state, the followers of Sarkicism kept Orok’s location hidden for centuries, the last and permanent place of Orok’s stay being SCP‑2408.

Sources: Orok | Villains Wiki | Fandom, Church of the Broken God Hub - SCP Foundation, SCP-2408 - SCP Foundation, First Occult War | SCP Database Wiki | Fandom.

The picture in question is credited to the infamous Sarkic content creator, niram.

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== Klavigar Orok ==
'''Age:''' Roughly estimated to be 4000 years old.

'''Affiliation:''' Nalka/Sarkic/ Loyal to the Grand Karcist Ion

Klavigar Orok (Pale Tracker, The Horned Beast, The Brute Lord) is one of the High Karcists of Ion and the patron of war in the Sarkic Cults. He is revered for the strength and resilience attributed to him, believed to grant immense power and vigour to his followers. His current state is comatose, being held in a massive, megalithic underground temple, as stated in SCP‑2408, primarily by the post‑Soviet criminal organization “Hunter’s Black Lodge,” operating in post‑Soviet states.

Though conflicted, Orok was born nearly four thousand years ago as the chief of the “Tribe of the Bear,” achieving extreme influence over the local area due to his military and political brilliance. He was later captured and enslaved by the Daevite Matriarch Aśvighoṣa and brought to the city of Jel. Another version tells of Orok being initially born in Jel as a slave, already under Daevite rule. However, both narratives follow a similar continuation from this point. Orok became a gladiator in the city of Jel, fighting many foes and proving to be an immensely powerful warrior, capable of overpowering and defeating any adversary he might be put against. In light of that, Matriarch Aśvighoṣa made Orok her guardian. During this period of life, Orok had no thoughts of rebellion, knowing he would not succeed, and thus remained in a state of constant depression, emotionally broken by the reality of his slavery.

After serving for decades under Matriarch Aśvighoṣa, a massive rebellion eventually arose across the empire—the rebellion of the Grand Karcist Ion. At an unknown point in time, Ion’s forces captured the town of Jel, Ion himself being present during the battle. After the occupation, Ion presented an ultimatum to Matriarch Aśvighoṣa: either she aids in the spread of Sarkicism and supports the revolt, or she shall be executed. Matriarch Aśvighoṣa, infuriated, ordered Orok—who was present at the negotiations—to kill the Grand Karcist. Yet Orok hesitated to execute the command. A lifetime of slavery and servitude to a malevolent master caused an internal conflict within him, and seeing Ion’s ideals and success, Orok struck Matriarch Aśvighoṣa with such might that she turned to ash in the same moment. After this incident, Orok joined Ion’s forces and became a disciple of Ion, assisting in the spread of Sarkicism and the revolt against the Daevite Empire.

After achieving victory over the Daevite Empire, the Nalka began spreading the ways of Sarkicism throughout the world, soon meeting opposition in the form of the Mekhanite Empire. The conflict escalated quickly and transformed into a global one, known as the “First Occult War.” During the war, Orok once again proved himself to be an extremely powerful warrior and commander. Overpowering dozens of Mekhanites and slaughtering many enemies in his wake, he was eventually defeated after the culmination of the war, when Ion was banished from the material realm. Thus, being in a comatose state, the followers of Sarkicism kept Orok’s location hidden for centuries, the last and permanent place of Orok’s stay being SCP‑2408.

Sources: Orok | Villains Wiki | Fandom, Church of the Broken God Hub - SCP Foundation, SCP-2408 - SCP Foundation, First Occult War | SCP Database Wiki | Fandom.

The picture in question is credited to the infamous Sarkic content creator, niram.

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Solomonari:People Of Interest/Klavigar/Klavigar Lovataar

2026-03-13T03:42:13Z

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== Klavigar Lovataar ==
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'''Age:''' Roughly 4000 years old.

'''Affiliation:''' Nalka/Sarkic/ Loyal to Grand Karcist Ion.

Lovataar ( The Hivemother, The Mother), is one of the four High Karcists/Klavigar of the Sarkic Cults/Kalmaktama Empire. Lovataar is the patron of love and compassion in the Sarkic Cults, being called upon as a symbol of unity and growth of relationships.

Unlike the other Klavigar, Lovataar wasn’t born a slave in the Daevite Empire, on the contrary, being born to the very Empress of the Daevite Empire, “ The Blood Matriarch". Being the most beautiful daughter of the Empress, she grew in the customs of the ruthless, slaver Daevites, accepting much of the philosophy of the Daevite culture. Her life is mostly unknown during this period, however it could be theorized that she had been a participant of many political activities, being one of the members of the royal family, and attaining a significant influence and role in the Empire.

After Ion sparked his rebellion, Lovataar showed pure disdain and hatred towards the movement, and towards the Grand Karcist personally. Sending countless slave-hunters and the most professional assassins of the Empire to capture and kill Ion. Yet, none of them ever returned back and she never received any reports of successful assasination. Soon, her hatred transformed into infatuation with the powerful being, sparking the desire to capture the Grand Karcist and make him a royal consort of hers. Tho, after a series of failed capture attempts, one night, the Grand Karcist himself snuck into the chamber of Lovataar. Initially hostile, she tried to kill the Grand Karcist out of self-defence, but Ion calmed her, and whispered something which remains a mystery to this day, allegedly only for her to know. After this dialogue, Lovataar became Ion’s lover, and vice versa, leaving the Empire and joining the rebellious movement. Though the other Klavigar, especially Orok, were initially skeptical of Lovataar, soon they accepted her as one of Nalka.

After the rebellion of Ion was over, Lovataar assisted at the expansion of the Kalmaktama Empire, staying close to Ion as advisor. Soon enough, the Kalmakatama Empire made contact with the Mekhanite Empire. The geo-political and philosophical differences sparked a lot of tension which soon grew into a war , known as “ The first war of the Flesh”. Lovataar, along with the other Klavigar, lead the armies of the Kalmaktama Empire, successfully crushing a lot of resistance on her way. During this time, the powerful artifact, known as the “ Staff of Ion” was produced from her body, as a gift to the Grand Karcist, which was used until the very end of the war. Despite the enormous might and successful tactic, the Kalmaktama Empire lost the war, and was soon drawn to their last stand at the capital of the Empire, Adytum. There, in a culminating battle, the Grand Karcist Ion disappeared into another plain of existence, alongside the mythical city. Soon afterwards, the last resistance of the Kalmaktama Empire was crushed, and the Klavigar, alongside the minor leaders fled and scattered.

Though her love and leader was gone, Lovaatar didn’t stop following the ways of Nalka. She soon began adopting new personalities, trying to regulate the different tribes and cults left after the war, using her cunning political mind and rich experience to strengthen their position and regulate what was left of the Empire, and to actively search ways of bringing the Grand Karcist back into the material plane.

Sources: Lovataar | Villains Wiki | Fandom, Lovataar | SCP Database Wiki | Fandom,

The illustrations shown are credited to the infamous artist of the Sarkic Cults, Niram: Niram's Gallery - SCP Foundation

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Solomonari:Fables/Tales/Greed

2026-03-13T03:38:27Z

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'''//: Greed'''

Meteor | 05/02/2026
----All wants all as none wants nothing. A saying that nobody knows, but has engraved into their hearts. One human will want everything to become stronger, smarter, and overall wiser than others to become something bigger and bring change. Those who follow want nothing more than just to live and be at peace in the end. It’s how society is, and the past has no secrets to hide. The power-hungry will eventually get the power they so desire, but once they’ve gained all, they're left with no options: either accept they’ve gained all that they need or take from others to gain more than they desire. How pitiful these humans are; it’s all but taking from others and trying to become a god. But what if a follower overcomes the strong and then becomes the strongest? What happens to those around them, and what will they do? All that is about to be read was written in an old journal, over 100 years old, found in the city now known as Axapusco, Mexico.

A young girl was wandering the hot land, with only a bag of bread and water in one hand and her mother on the other. Both were traveling through the land in search of someplace to call home, away from the conflict in their hometown. They’d been walking for days, passing through small towns and villages in the country, but couldn’t stop going. Eventually, they would come across a small shack embedded in a rocky hill; it looked unoccupied, with just enough covering to keep away from the sun. As the child and mother entered the premises, they were greeted with dust and a foul smell that the normal nose would despise. The girl didn’t want to stay here, but her mother had placed her belongings on the floor and begun to settle in, so the child simply followed along. The sun was close to disappearing, and the night was coming closer. The girl took out the bread and water and asked her mother if she was now allowed to eat the food. The mother responded, saying to only eat part of the bread and drink no more than a shot of water. The girl ate what she was allowed to, and her mother watched with satisfaction. As night came, both the mother and daughter fell asleep, preparing for the next walk to the closest village, or so they thought.

Moments later, in one ear, the girl heard the clatter of metal tools and papers falling to the floor. In the other ear, the sound of people eating something chewy and tender, like freshly cooked meat. In her head, this was all a part of a dream she was having, a bright future ahead with her mother. But, she wasn’t dreaming; all she saw was darkness, eyes closed, barely conscious, able to process her surroundings. She wanted to wake up, but her instinct was screaming at her to stay down and still, and try to hide from the noise. She was feeling something that she hadn't felt in a long time. '''Fear.''' In the end, her curiosity got the better of her and opened her eyes to despair. The room was covered in red and had very dim lighting, the smell was unbearable, and flies flew around the large room. She had woken up in the corner of the room, covered only in a rag and stains of blood. As she observed more of the room, it finally came to mind that she was in a whole new place and had been taken away from the shack. She didn’t know what to think; too much surrounded her until she looked at the other side of the room. There she saw three men above her mother's body, or what was left of it. The mother's insides were torn out, each placed on a different pedestal for each organ. All that was left on the floor was her lifeless body and a face of regret. At this moment, the girl thought of only one thing: how to escape alive no matter what. On the other side of the room, a man in white came before the girl and began to observe her, wondering what to do with her. The girl could stare back, eyes sharp as daggers, and with the intention of running. The man then smiled, grabbed the girl, and in Spanish, told her, “You’re a part of something much bigger than you think, little one.” He then dragged the girl by the arm towards her mother. The other three men turned and watched with sinister eyes, hands and mouths covered in blood, ready to make the girl the next victim. The girl, unable to fight back, was dragged across the room and thrown on top of her mother's corpse. Blood stained the ragged cloth she had on, and she lay on top of her mother, speechless and unable to move. She looked at her mother's face, then towards the men, whose arms were coming towards her, and then the ground, and then blacked out.

The journal entry then on is damaged due to age and damage from natural weather over time, and it was concluded that the girl lost her life at the hands of the men, breaking her body open for some sacrificial purpose. It’s unclear what the men wanted to do; the events that occurred in that mysterious room were never fully understood, along with how this journal entry was made in the first place. However, at the end of the journal, a drawing was on the last page. Barely visible, but could still be made out. It was the girl, but older, and in a red cloak, seemingly happy with where she was. Did those men in the room die because of something the girl did? It’ll never be known.
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Solomonari:Articles/Saints Of The Brine Pool

2026-03-13T03:33:59Z

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'''//: Saints Of The Brine Pool'''

Dice | 2/5/2026
----'''Overview:''' The Saints of The Brine Pool are a large Proto-Sarkite Sect that roam between the Philippine Sea, North and South Pacific Oceans. They are unique in their documentation to other Sects due to the supposed ‘rarity’ of a sect like this. According to the “Flightless Traveler”, they are the only aquatic-adjacent sect made known to herself and the Cascading Garden. This could be due to her role as a “Caretaker”, which would imply that she had developed this sect as one of her own Gardens. Although the behavior they exude shows that she did not have much influence over their discipline or manners.

'''History:''' The Saints are a recent addition to GOIs related to the “Flightless Traveler” and a recent addition to the Sarkic Cults as a whole, so not much is known about them. What is known is that they were established sometime in the last three decades; their first known sighting was a close-up shot taken south of the Bering Sea, which can be seen below.
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This image may not show anything at a glance, but further examination has provided details about how the Saints operate. The base of operations, or Kiraaks, that tend to be developed to host a group of Nälkä can be found hidden in the shadow of a ghost ship; with that knowledge we spotted more of these aquatic variants attached to ghost ships that were 500 miles away from one another, leading to the assumption that this was a fleet of 8 ships of varying design, style and age. Though no pictures could be obtained besides the first as our operators were shot down shortly after giving us this information.

/'''''Unauthorized Edit 2/7/2XXX 21:02'''''/

The Saints Of The Brine Pool are extremely territorial to outsiders, neutral to those who pass the ghost ships by accident and cautious but peaceful to those who have sought them out. Despite that, researchers have yet to take the diplomatic approach, preferring to watch from the skies or satellites. If they had explored the roots of the sect, they would have found that the first and second generation of Nälkän’s came from the Sama-Bajau people, swept into the Nälka after experiencing a terrible monsoon that had obliterated one of their settlements. They were given a chance to improve upon their abilities and the wisest of them accepted the faith. Those that refused were shown a path of redemption in another form. The ‘Malalim’ Kiraaks or Deep Kiraaks.

These Deep Kiraaks were developed recently as a part of a project to expand into the sea. They were given a multitude of modifications to enable long-term habitation and quick integration of a host ship's appearance into the main frame of their body. Among these abilities was the ability to swim using flippers or pulse-propulsion, given direction by “Manlalakby” or Travelers, which are Zend equivalents of the Saints. In addition to their mobility, they can also reshape themselves slightly to follow the shadows of their host ship without destroying their interior or its inhabitants, allowing themselves a form of camouflage.

Outside the Deep Kiraaks modifications, members of the Saints also obtain improvements based around aquatic exploration, being able to explore the depths of the ocean on their own and navigate with ease. But for ceremonies in the abyssal depths, they use specially modified or artificially produced aquatic beasts to travel. This is especially true for the induction of new members, in which they are carefully selected and then taken into the depths, to enter “Bathala”, a ceremonial Kiraak specially adapted to the cold and isolating depths of the ocean. He was grown around several Brine Pools, which take the place of the pit for regular Kiraaks.

Despite this sect being identified as a Proto-Sarkite group, it is advanced in the field of Marine Bio-Mechanics and Bio-Engineering, as one can see with the development of the Malalim Kiraaks. However, they have produced more than just new homes. They have developed weapons and beasts, one such beast being a modification of a Bobbitworm, called the “Endworm”. It was a multi-purpose beast that could be used to provide a direct connection from Deep Kiraak to Deep Kiraak or to dig through soft ground to provide amphibious transportation.

/'''''End of Unauthorized Edit 2/7/2XXX 21:45'''''/

Previously on this document, before receiving an unknown packet of information, this sect was deemed somewhat harmless if left to its own devices. However, those thoughts have changed. If this sect is developing tools for expansion, the chances of finding ‘Gardens’ will decrease to a percentage dramatically lower than before. New reports have come in to support this line of thought; increased sightings of unknown beasts and raids made by the Saints show an increased demand in Biomass as affected areas, especially affected population centers leave little to no trace of body parts or organic traces.
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Solomonari:Articles/Feeders

2026-03-13T03:16:13Z

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'''//: Feeders'''

Red | 2/10/26
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'''Overview:''' The “Feeders” are a reclusive and highly xenophobic Proto-Nälkän sect whose formal name — if any such name exists — has not been identified; the sect appears to be wholly non-literate, and what few recorded vocalizations of the Feeders that there are have yet to be matched with any known oral language. The Feeders are based solely on the Indonesian island of Flores, and everything that is known about their history and culture is derived almost exclusively from the secondhand accounts of the Nage, many of whom believe the sect to be a resurgence of the ''ebu gogo'' — a population of short and hairy hominids thought to have once inhabited Flores’ limestone cave networks. The purported features of the ''ebu gogo'' are highly characteristic of both the individuals described in most anecdotal encounters with the Feeders and seen in the only conclusive photograph of a Feeder known to exist (top right).

'''History:''' The Feeders’ early history is still hotly debated among anthropologists of the Nälkä, with some even having gone so far as to posit a hypothetical subspecies of ''Homo floresiensis'' (dubbed ''Homo floresiensis ramidus)'' that might have persisted up to 38,000 years after the species’ presumed extinction date and from which the Feeders could have descended, while others maintain that the Feeders are of Proto-Malayan ancestry — having undergone generations’ worth of troglodytic habitation and later carnomantic modifications. As Flores’ primate fossil record is still woefully incomplete, there is no tangible evidence in favor of or against either claim. It is, however, generally accepted that the Feeders’ first exposure to the Nälkän faith was facilitated by now-extinct sects of Austronesian Nälkä who migrated to the island sometime in the years prior to 1500 BCE; said exposure is correlated with a gradual rise in reported encounters with the ''ebu gogo'' — formerly presumed by most Nage to be near or totally eradicated — over the course of the latter centuries.

'''Culture:''' Feeders are most commonly described by the Nage as being nocturnal hunters and gatherers, with sets of 2-4 individuals at a time emerging in the twilight hours of the day to track wild game and collect smaller fauna. These groups are sometimes heard communicating with one another via a series of low-pitched mouth clicks that the Nage refer to as ''sara 'imi-ko'o'' (“their language”) but are more colloquially called "throat-knocking". On the rare instances that the Feeders themselves are spotted, they are seen carrying various iterations of spurred bone instruments that appear to have been fashioned through carnomantic means, which indicate at least a moderate degree of mastery over the art of fleshcrafting. The Feeders' clothing, meanwhile, has only been known to consist of waistcloths and midriff tops, which themselves are without status symbols of any kind; as such, it is unclear to what extent, if at all, the Feeders continue to recognize traditional Nälkän hierarchy. It is however believed that the Feeders are non-nomadic and possess one or more sedentary Kiraaks hidden among the undocumented limestone cave networks of Flores, and if there exist any Feeder equivalents of Karcists or Võlutaar, it’s unlikely that they will surface for quite some time.

'''Relations:''' Due to the exceeding amount of elusivity and xenophobia exhibited by the Feeders, there has yet to be a successful first contact with the sect on the part of Nälkän anthropologists, and further diplomatic efforts have, at least for the time being, been deemed a needless waste of resources and quite possibly a lost cause. Outsider organizations such as the SCP Foundation and Global Occult Coalition have yet to find adequate proof of the Feeders’ existence, and as such have not classified the sect in their own databases.

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2026-03-13T02:58:14Z

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'''//: Feeders'''

Red | 2/10/26
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'''Overview:''' The “Feeders” are a reclusive and highly xenophobic Proto-Nälkän sect whose formal name — if any such name exists — has not been identified; the sect appears to be wholly non-literate, and what few recorded vocalizations of the Feeders that there are have yet to be matched with any known oral language. The Feeders are based solely on the Indonesian island of Flores, and everything that is known about their history and culture is derived almost exclusively from the secondhand accounts of the Nage, many of whom believe the sect to be a resurgence of the ''ebu gogo'' — a population of short and hairy hominids thought to have once inhabited Flores’ limestone cave networks. The purported features of the ''ebu gogo'' are highly characteristic of both the individuals described in most anecdotal encounters with the Feeders and seen in the only conclusive photograph of a Feeder known to exist.

'''History:''' The Feeders’ early history is still hotly debated among anthropologists of the Nälkä, with some even having gone so far as to posit a hypothetical subspecies of ''Homo floresiensis'' (dubbed ''Homo floresiensis ramidus)'' that might have persisted up to 38,000 years after the species’ presumed extinction date and from which the Feeders could have descended, while others maintain that the Feeders are of Proto-Malayan ancestry — having undergone generations’ worth of troglodytic habitation and later carnomantic modifications. As Flores’ primate fossil record is still woefully incomplete, there is no tangible evidence in favor of or against either claim. It is, however, generally accepted that the Feeders’ first exposure to the Nälkän faith was facilitated by now-extinct sects of Austronesian Nälkä who migrated to the island sometime in the years prior to 1500 BCE; said exposure is correlated with a gradual rise in reported encounters with the ''ebu gogo'' — formerly presumed by most Nage to be near or totally eradicated — over the course of the latter centuries.

'''Culture:''' Feeders are most commonly described by the Nage as being nocturnal hunters and gatherers, with sets of 2-4 individuals at a time emerging in the twilight hours of the day to track wild game and collect smaller fauna. These groups are sometimes heard communicating with one another via a series of low-pitched mouth clicks that the Nage refer to as ''sara 'imi-ko'o'' (“their language”) but are more colloquially called "throat-knocking". On the rare instances that the Feeders themselves are spotted, they are seen carrying various iterations of spurred bone instruments that appear to have been fashioned through carnomantic means, which indicate at least a moderate degree of mastery over the art of fleshcrafting. The Feeders' clothing, meanwhile, has only been known to consist of waistcloths and midriff tops, which themselves are without status symbols of any kind; as such, it is unclear to what extent, if at all, the Feeders continue to recognize traditional Nälkän hierarchy. It is however believed that the Feeders are non-nomadic and possess one or more sedentary Kiraaks hidden among the undocumented limestone cave networks of Flores, and if there exist any Feeder equivalents of Karcists or Võlutaar, it’s unlikely that they will surface for quite some time.

'''Relations:''' Due to the exceeding amount of elusivity and xenophobia exhibited by the Feeders, there has yet to be a successful first contact with the sect on the part of Nälkän anthropologists, and further diplomatic efforts have, at least for the time being, been deemed a needless waste of resources and quite possibly a lost cause. Outsider organizations such as the SCP Foundation and Global Occult Coalition have yet to find adequate proof of the Feeders’ existence, and as such have not classified the sect in their own databases.

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2026-03-13T02:54:25Z

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Solomonari:People Of Interest/Nalkans/Myro Falkblom

2026-03-13T02:32:32Z

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'''//: Myro Falkblom'''

Xx_midnightkitty / 17.02
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''Due to the rapidly changing nature of the individual and for the protection of the people involved, some information has been redacted at your leisure.''

''Yours truly, Mona''

'''Full Name:''' Myro Falkblom

'''Age:''' 21

'''Affiliation:''' Sarkics - Vatula

Although part of the Nälkän belief, it is unknown whether he practices said faith as attendance in events and rituals is rather low. Alongside that he does not wear the attire representative of his sect and neither autopsies nor written reports of any kind linked to him have been found, despite his somewhat lengthy membership to the Vatula, due to how far back the sightings of him go (about a year now). What he intends to do within the sect itself is unknown as well - although it is speculated that he may be using the methods of the Vatula (in regards to the summoning of amalgamations, etc.) for things outside of their intended purposes (mainly aiding in combat).

'''Appearance:'''

Anyone would be easily able to recognise him due to multiple, apparent factors - such as his abnormally large height or.. well frankly - nearly everything. His skin and hair strike one as incredibly pale and perhaps it could be a case of albinism? More or less due to the fact that while some elves (his presumed species) are quite pale, none have characteristic traits such as his. Especially the pretty red eyes could be an indicator of the autoimmune disease, although a black sclera is not usual. Especially when it seems as though he is constantly weeping tears of what seems to be the same material? It could be related to the strange, fleshy flower (that can also be found growing in the Kiraak) which seems to have taken the place of his left eye. How it has survived can only be guessed that it's somehow been grafted onto the flesh around his socket, perhaps? No analysis has ever been performed on him, and is therefore inconclusive. His clothing is nothing too exciting, however it does seem as though he wears the same suit and blouse for plenty of days in a row, only having been spotted in something different once or twice. To have a somewhat long tail is also a particularity, although it doesn't always seem to be present - so Falkblom may be hiding it or it is something he can “manifest” at will.

'''Sightings & Connections:'''

The claim of a perhaps nefarious reason for being here is further supported due to the fact that of the few sightings where he is very apparently there - meaning for more than a split second - he is usually found to be engaging with reports written by others - which, when reviewed, appear to speak of things like the Kiraak or of methods to use whatever horrid things lie within the “dead” part of it, for example - or a tome with the symbol of the Vatula engraved in it (in which he has been spotted to write in once).

And due to the lack of other observations concerning gatherings (rallies, sermons, prayers , etc.), one would highly doubt he would be in close company of any other, member or not. That, however, has been disproven (multiple) times. He has been most commonly found interacting with an individual belonging to the █████, known as ████, with whom an interview has been arranged. Though it ended prematurely, it can be concluded that █████ █████ ███ ███████ ███ ██ ████ ███. An interview with Mr. Falkblom could not be done, however, as to the point of writing this there has been no success in reaching him. So whether Mr. ████ went through with his words is unknown. Alongside that any other people that have been found to have spoken to him have returned no insightful information and are not connected to him in any deeper way than mere acquaintances.

One particular incident where a clear cut presence could be seen ties back to another POI (namely, “Sparky”) which relates to the incident where a part of the Kiraak was rather decimated (although still not deceased). Upon delving into the heavily injured parts as an expedition of sorts (to properly map out the damages), we were approached with surprising hostility (compared to his usual docility) when meeting Falkblom, who heavily insisted we leave the area and even threatened to allow abominations to ambush the team if we did not comply. Although they attempted to reason with him, he seemed to stand his ground heavily. Us, not having the necessary equipment for quite the horde, decided to back off as we already saw the creatures approaching us.

What was notable about them was that they were not of the usual kind - whether rotspawn or anything a Nälkän could call forth to aid them. Rather, they were partially carcasses of animals that have long since seen better days, or straight up skeletons - having mostly (what seems to be) uncontaminated, live flesh on them. Whether they had any underlying organs has since remained unidentified, but they nonetheless seemed to be very well coordinated and even seemed to work slightly like a hivemind due to their rather.. synced attacks (same direction, same “target” - same way of walking and exactly the same rhythm, even as they stopped or continued walking).

Such aggressiveness had never been encountered before, and from there on the people (alongside myself) who’d been on that expedition were met only with tolerance. Perhaps that is why the interview was never arranged. However the encounter does show that he was potentially protecting the Kiraak - maybe from further damages? Although it doesn't excuse the threat of friendly fire, it is a worthwhile mention that when a person did manage to get into his good will, they were still denied answers when it came to his whereabouts in the Kiraak that time (or in general anything concerning it). Falkblom has also been generally shown to care for the remnants of the Kiraak in the Cathedral (where he can be found most often) or occasionally spotted taking care of it in Aen Nerio.

'''Place of Origin:'''

Even though he has been here for a small while, it is clear that his home lies ███ ██ ████, as evidenced by multiple small villages sharing some similarity in the dialect which he uses, but also slightly in appearance. It has been disproven that he could’ve come from the villages, however a close comparison would find that he’s at the very least related to the residents somehow, bearing certain ways of pronunciation as well as “traditions”, such as ████ █ █████ or █████. The small communities he could be related to are not strictly Nälkän however and are more of a mixed bag - so it could just be the similarities of a faith, and not a strict marker related to his place of origin. Plenty of the residents across multiple communities have attested to the fact that they recognise him in some way, but most could not recount from where he came - and especially not that he belonged there.

'''Interview:'''

Date: 20/02/2026

Interviewer: Xx_midnightkitty (Mona F.)

Rank: Pretare (Solomonari)

Subject: Just_GermanyxD ( ████ M.)

Questions:

Q1 - “How are you doing today?”

A1 - “Doing fine so far.”

Q2 - “If I may ask, you seem to be acquainted with someone called ˋMyro Falkblom´, am I correct?”

A2 - “Yes, I am.”

Q3 - “Is he just an acquaintance or do you two know each other better? Like say.. friends, perhaps.”

A3 - “I consider him more as family than a friend.”

Q4 - “Does Mr. Falkblom spend a lot of time around/with you?”

A4 - “We meet up every day for about an hour or so.”

Q5 - “Has he ever indulged in telling you about things he finds fascinating?”

A5 - “Yes, he has.”

Q5.a - “Has he ever mentioned/talked about the Kiraak or things surrounding it with you? And if so, what exactly?”

A5.a - “He talks about a lot of things and therefore I’m not sure if he’s mentioned the Kiraak specifically.”

Q6 - “Do you know how exactly the fleshy flower got into his eye, and why it happened?”

A6 - “I know why it happened, but I don't know how exactly.”

Q6.a - “Could you elaborate?”

A6.a - Unanswered. / “Why do you want to know?” (████)

A6.b - “I need it for a research paper I’m writing.” (Mona)

Q7 - “Then why don't you ask him yourself?” (████)

A7 - “I can never catch sight of him. This has been the case for plenty of people, therefore I’m questioning you. So, do you mind elaborating on the aforementioned question of ''why'' it happened?” (Mona)

A7.a - “No. That's his story to tell, not mine.”

Q8 - “Could you let him know I wish to meet him, then?”

A8 - “Yes, I'll do that as soon as possible.”

'''Conclusion:'''

In conclusion, Myro Falkblom is to be kept an eye on, but not necessarily feared, so to say. Besides his weird fascination with the Kiraak, he does not seem to pose any threat to others. Perhaps he is planning something in the background of which we know nothing of (or at least not much), but such heavy speculation could drive an actually harmless individual away from the community.

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2026-03-13T02:27:03Z

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Solomonari:People Of Interest/Outsiders/Kate Everwood

2026-03-13T02:01:17Z

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'''//: Kate Everwood'''

Red | 3/4/26
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[[File:POI photo.png|thumb| ''Kate's latest blog photo ca. 2026'']]
'''Full Name:''' Kate Everwood

'''Age:''' 31

'''Affiliation:''' Unaffiliated

'''Status:''' This Person of Interest is considerably well-documented due to the extensive presence of both herself and her fanbase on mainstream social media platforms such as Reddit, X, 4chan, and Parawatch. As indicated by her most recent online activity and her semi-regular “life update” blog posts on the official website for Fascinating Tales, Kate Everwood is reportedly still suffering from a multiple year-long alcohol addiction but is otherwise in reasonably good health. Kate has been clinically diagnosed with MDD and PTSD, though the extent to which said illnesses have impacted her personal beliefs has yet to be ascertained.

'''Related GOIs:''' There is no evidence that Kate Everwood is directly affiliated with any prominent group of interest, Nälkän or otherwise. Kate has, however, connected with and interviewed several individuals who have since been confirmed to have had ties to anomalous organizations, with some being former or even still-practicing Nälkäns. All of the aforementioned interviewees have appeared as guests on Fascinating Tales, which itself has garnered a cult following among users of the Parawatch wiki and other fringe forum sites.

'''Overview:''' Kate Everwood is a French American conspiracy theorist and the host of Fascinating Tales, an indie podcast centered around unsolved mysteries and the paranormal. Fascinating Tales sports an average weekly listener base of 400,000, most of whom credit Kate’s cynical mindset and fatalistic humor as the reasons for why they favor it over more popular shows. Kate herself exhibits a strong degree of contempt and mistrust towards figures of authority, with her regularly lambasting corporate and government establishments both on and off of Fascinating Tales. Furthermore, she often attributes blame for the lack of conclusive proof of the paranormal directly to the greed or incompetence of said establishments. According to her blog posts, Kate currently resides in a studio apartment of below-average living standards in Newark, Delaware and relies mostly on Fascinating Tales’ revenue to keep herself financially afloat.
[[File:POI Photo 2.png|center|thumb|720x720px| ''"I just want my fucking drink, man." ~ Kate Everwood after being recognized and photographed by a local bartender ca. 2024'']]'''Origins & History:''' Kate Everwood was born to Arthur and Lisa Everwood on May 11, 1994, spending the entirety of her childhood and most of her adolescence in a small New Jersey town that offered few opportunities for work or education and even fewer for families like the Everwoods, who were below the poverty line. Both Arthur and Lisa struggled heavily with substance abuse as a result of their own mental illnesses and the realities of their living situation of the time, leading Kate to experience long and frequent bouts of emotional neglect over the course of nearly two decades. Kate was able to attend a local public school, but consequentially to her upbringing, her grades were subpar and she could not connect particularly well with her peers. This did spark her early fascination with the paranormal, as she spent the majority of her free time in the school library, which contained several books related to cryptids, UFOs, and other unexplained phenomena.

On July 21, 2013, Lisa, after separating from Arthur in the wake of an argument that had escalated into physical blows, entered the Everwood home with a firearm and fatally shot Arthur before turning the weapon on herself. What followed was a sharp decline in Kate’s mental state that was only exacerbated by her hometown being monopolized and eventually outright bought by a factory farming corporation later that same year, forcing Kate to move to Delaware and promptly turn to alcohol as a means of escape. Kate first began work on Fascinating Tales when she was unemployable and at risk of homelessness due to the severity of her alcohol addiction, considering the project to be little more than a hobby to make the remainder of her life somewhat bearable. Fascinating Tales’ first listeners, however, immediately fell in love with Kate’s callous and matter-of-fact approach, praising it as a breath of fresh air in a podcast scene that had become exceedingly sanitized.

From there, the fanbase of Fascinating Tales steadily grew as word of its debut spread to paranormal enthusiasts on virtually every corner of the internet, all of whom contributed to an influx of revenue that substantially shifted the trajectory of Kate’s future. Kate’s newfound financial security was coupled with a moderate improvement in her drinking habits, which further enabled her to begin to piece her life back together and develop Fascinating Tales into a mature and still-ongoing passion project.

[[File:POI Photo 3.png|center|thumb|721x721px|''“Being a guest star on Kate’s podcast was… entertaining.” ~ ‘UFO hunter’ Julian Barbaro, provider of the above inconclusive UAP photo ca. 2026'']]'''Recent Activity:''' Kate Everwood continues to regularly produce episodes for Fascinating Tales and interact with members of her audience over the internet, sometimes even going so far as to debate skeptical listeners on the veracity of fringe topics. Fascinating Tales also remains on a strong growth trend as more potential guests learn of the podcast and offer to make their appearances, further propelling its sphere of influence into wider and less niche communities. As her listener base grows, Kate is now beginning to sell merchandise and livestream her recordings of Fascinating Tales episodes in order to include call-in segments.

'''Conclusion:''' Kate Everwood is an invaluable source of intel when it comes to gauging the effects that Nälkän activity might be having on the world at large, and she should be closely monitored whenever possible. It is, however, extremely likely that veil-keeping organizations such as the SCP Foundation and Global Occult Coalition are already aware of Fascinating Tales’ existence, and should Kate ever discover conclusive proof of the anomalous, said organizations will almost certainly take action against her. This coupled with the probable existence of an amnestic ‘shadow web’ necessitates that Nälkäns present themselves as non-anomalous when interacting with Kate Everwood and should under no circumstances divulge secrets at the expense of plausible deniability.

Solomonari:People Of Interest/Outsiders/Kate Everwood

2026-03-13T01:55:57Z

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'''//: Kate Everwood'''

Red | 3/4/26
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[[File:POI photo.png|thumb| ''Kate's latest blog photo ca. 2026'']]
'''Full Name:''' Kate Everwood

'''Age:''' 31

'''Affiliation:''' Unaffiliated

'''Status:''' This Person of Interest is considerably well-documented due to the extensive presence of both herself and her fanbase on mainstream social media platforms such as Reddit, X, 4chan, and Parawatch. As indicated by her most recent online activity and her semi-regular “life update” blog posts on the official website for Fascinating Tales, Kate Everwood is reportedly still suffering from a multiple year-long alcohol addiction but is otherwise in reasonably good health. Kate has been clinically diagnosed with MDD and PTSD, though the extent to which said illnesses have impacted her personal beliefs has yet to be ascertained.

'''Related GOIs:''' There is no evidence that Kate Everwood is directly affiliated with any prominent group of interest, Nälkän or otherwise. Kate has, however, connected with and interviewed several individuals who have since been confirmed to have had ties to anomalous organizations, with some being former or even still-practicing Nälkäns. All of the aforementioned interviewees have appeared as guests on Fascinating Tales, which itself has garnered a cult following among users of the Parawatch wiki and other fringe forum sites.

'''Overview:''' Kate Everwood is a French American conspiracy theorist and the host of Fascinating Tales, an indie podcast centered around unsolved mysteries and the paranormal. Fascinating Tales sports an average weekly listener base of 400,000, most of whom credit Kate’s cynical mindset and fatalistic humor as the reasons for why they favor it over more popular shows. Kate herself exhibits a strong degree of contempt and mistrust towards figures of authority, with her regularly lambasting corporate and government establishments both on and off of Fascinating Tales. Furthermore, she often attributes blame for the lack of conclusive proof of the paranormal directly to the greed or incompetence of said establishments. According to her blog posts, Kate currently resides in a studio apartment of below-average living standards in Newark, Delaware and relies mostly on Fascinating Tales’ revenue to keep herself financially afloat.
[[File:POI Photo 2.png|center|thumb|720x720px| ''"I just want my fucking drink, man."'' ''~ Kate Everwood after being recognized and photographed by a local bartender''

''ca. 2024'']]'''Origins & History:''' Kate Everwood was born to Arthur and Lisa Everwood on May 11, 1994, spending the entirety of her childhood and most of her adolescence in a small New Jersey town that offered few opportunities for work or education and even fewer for families like the Everwoods, who were below the poverty line. Both Arthur and Lisa struggled heavily with substance abuse as a result of their own mental illnesses and the realities of their living situation of the time, leading Kate to experience long and frequent bouts of emotional neglect over the course of nearly two decades. Kate was able to attend a local public school, but consequentially to her upbringing, her grades were subpar and she could not connect particularly well with her peers. This did spark her early fascination with the paranormal, as she spent the majority of her free time in the school library, which contained several books related to cryptids, UFOs, and other unexplained phenomena.

On July 21, 2013, Lisa, after separating from Arthur in the wake of an argument that had escalated into physical blows, entered the Everwood home with a firearm and fatally shot Arthur before turning the weapon on herself. What followed was a sharp decline in Kate’s mental state that was only exacerbated by her hometown being monopolized and eventually outright bought by a factory farming corporation later that same year, forcing Kate to move to Delaware and promptly turn to alcohol as a means of escape. Kate first began work on Fascinating Tales when she was unemployable and at risk of homelessness due to the severity of her alcohol addiction, considering the project to be little more than a hobby to make the remainder of her life somewhat bearable. Fascinating Tales’ first listeners, however, immediately fell in love with Kate’s callous and matter-of-fact approach, praising it as a breath of fresh air in a podcast scene that had become exceedingly sanitized.

From there, the fanbase of Fascinating Tales steadily grew as word of its debut spread to paranormal enthusiasts on virtually every corner of the internet, all of whom contributed to an influx of revenue that substantially shifted the trajectory of Kate’s future. Kate’s newfound financial security was coupled with a moderate improvement in her drinking habits, which further enabled her to begin to piece her life back together and develop Fascinating Tales into a mature and still-ongoing passion project.

[[File:POI Photo 3.png|center|thumb|721x721px]]
''“Being a guest star on Kate’s podcast was… entertaining.”''

''~'' ''‘UFO hunter’ Julian Barbaro, provider of the above inconclusive UAP photo''

''ca. 2026''

'''Recent Activity:''' Kate Everwood continues to regularly produce episodes for Fascinating Tales and interact with members of her audience over the internet, sometimes even going so far as to debate skeptical listeners on the veracity of fringe topics. Fascinating Tales also remains on a strong growth trend as more potential guests learn of the podcast and offer to make their appearances, further propelling its sphere of influence into wider and less niche communities. As her listener base grows, Kate is now beginning to sell merchandise and livestream her recordings of Fascinating Tales episodes in order to include call-in segments.

'''Conclusion:''' Kate Everwood is an invaluable source of intel when it comes to gauging the effects that Nälkän activity might be having on the world at large, and she should be closely monitored whenever possible. It is, however, extremely likely that veil-keeping organizations such as the SCP Foundation and Global Occult Coalition are already aware of Fascinating Tales’ existence, and should Kate ever discover conclusive proof of the anomalous, said organizations will almost certainly take action against her. This coupled with the probable existence of an amnestic ‘shadow web’ necessitates that Nälkäns present themselves as non-anomalous when interacting with Kate Everwood and should under no circumstances divulge secrets at the expense of plausible deniability.

Solomonari:People Of Interest/Outsiders/Kate Everwood

2026-03-13T01:54:12Z

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'''//: Kate Everwood'''

Red | 3/4/26
----
[[File:POI photo.png|thumb| ''Kate's latest blog photo ca. 2026'']]
'''Full Name:''' Kate Everwood

'''Age:''' 31

'''Affiliation:''' Unaffiliated

'''Status:''' This Person of Interest is considerably well-documented due to the extensive presence of both herself and her fanbase on mainstream social media platforms such as Reddit, X, 4chan, and Parawatch. As indicated by her most recent online activity and her semi-regular “life update” blog posts on the official website for Fascinating Tales, Kate Everwood is reportedly still suffering from a multiple year-long alcohol addiction but is otherwise in reasonably good health. Kate has been clinically diagnosed with MDD and PTSD, though the extent to which said illnesses have impacted her personal beliefs has yet to be ascertained.

'''Related GOIs:''' There is no evidence that Kate Everwood is directly affiliated with any prominent group of interest, Nälkän or otherwise. Kate has, however, connected with and interviewed several individuals who have since been confirmed to have had ties to anomalous organizations, with some being former or even still-practicing Nälkäns. All of the aforementioned interviewees have appeared as guests on Fascinating Tales, which itself has garnered a cult following among users of the Parawatch wiki and other fringe forum sites.

'''Overview:''' Kate Everwood is a French American conspiracy theorist and the host of Fascinating Tales, an indie podcast centered around unsolved mysteries and the paranormal. Fascinating Tales sports an average weekly listener base of 400,000, most of whom credit Kate’s cynical mindset and fatalistic humor as the reasons for why they favor it over more popular shows. Kate herself exhibits a strong degree of contempt and mistrust towards figures of authority, with her regularly lambasting corporate and government establishments both on and off of Fascinating Tales. Furthermore, she often attributes blame for the lack of conclusive proof of the paranormal directly to the greed or incompetence of said establishments. According to her blog posts, Kate currently resides in a studio apartment of below-average living standards in Newark, Delaware and relies mostly on Fascinating Tales’ revenue to keep herself financially afloat.
[[File:POI Photo 2.png|center|thumb|720x720px]]
''"I just want my fucking drink, man."''

''~ Kate Everwood after being recognized and photographed by a local bartender''

''ca. 2024''

'''Origins & History:''' Kate Everwood was born to Arthur and Lisa Everwood on May 11, 1994, spending the entirety of her childhood and most of her adolescence in a small New Jersey town that offered few opportunities for work or education and even fewer for families like the Everwoods, who were below the poverty line. Both Arthur and Lisa struggled heavily with substance abuse as a result of their own mental illnesses and the realities of their living situation of the time, leading Kate to experience long and frequent bouts of emotional neglect over the course of nearly two decades. Kate was able to attend a local public school, but consequentially to her upbringing, her grades were subpar and she could not connect particularly well with her peers. This did spark her early fascination with the paranormal, as she spent the majority of her free time in the school library, which contained several books related to cryptids, UFOs, and other unexplained phenomena.

On July 21, 2013, Lisa, after separating from Arthur in the wake of an argument that had escalated into physical blows, entered the Everwood home with a firearm and fatally shot Arthur before turning the weapon on herself. What followed was a sharp decline in Kate’s mental state that was only exacerbated by her hometown being monopolized and eventually outright bought by a factory farming corporation later that same year, forcing Kate to move to Delaware and promptly turn to alcohol as a means of escape. Kate first began work on Fascinating Tales when she was unemployable and at risk of homelessness due to the severity of her alcohol addiction, considering the project to be little more than a hobby to make the remainder of her life somewhat bearable. Fascinating Tales’ first listeners, however, immediately fell in love with Kate’s callous and matter-of-fact approach, praising it as a breath of fresh air in a podcast scene that had become exceedingly sanitized.

From there, the fanbase of Fascinating Tales steadily grew as word of its debut spread to paranormal enthusiasts on virtually every corner of the internet, all of whom contributed to an influx of revenue that substantially shifted the trajectory of Kate’s future. Kate’s newfound financial security was coupled with a moderate improvement in her drinking habits, which further enabled her to begin to piece her life back together and develop Fascinating Tales into a mature and still-ongoing passion project.

[[File:POI Photo 3.png|center|thumb|721x721px]]
''“Being a guest star on Kate’s podcast was… entertaining.”''

''~'' ''‘UFO hunter’ Julian Barbaro, provider of the above inconclusive UAP photo''

''ca. 2026''

'''Recent Activity:''' Kate Everwood continues to regularly produce episodes for Fascinating Tales and interact with members of her audience over the internet, sometimes even going so far as to debate skeptical listeners on the veracity of fringe topics. Fascinating Tales also remains on a strong growth trend as more potential guests learn of the podcast and offer to make their appearances, further propelling its sphere of influence into wider and less niche communities. As her listener base grows, Kate is now beginning to sell merchandise and livestream her recordings of Fascinating Tales episodes in order to include call-in segments.

'''Conclusion:''' Kate Everwood is an invaluable source of intel when it comes to gauging the effects that Nälkän activity might be having on the world at large, and she should be closely monitored whenever possible. It is, however, extremely likely that veil-keeping organizations such as the SCP Foundation and Global Occult Coalition are already aware of Fascinating Tales’ existence, and should Kate ever discover conclusive proof of the anomalous, said organizations will almost certainly take action against her. This coupled with the probable existence of an amnestic ‘shadow web’ necessitates that Nälkäns present themselves as non-anomalous when interacting with Kate Everwood and should under no circumstances divulge secrets at the expense of plausible deniability.

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2026-03-13T01:39:19Z

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2026-03-13T01:28:47Z

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Solomonari:People Of Interest/Outsiders/Kate Everwood

2026-03-12T23:10:28Z

InvaderRed: Added 'Kate Everwood' by Red!

'''//: Kate Everwood'''

Red | 3/4/26
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[[File:POI photo.png|thumb|''Kate's latest blog photo ca. 2026'']]
'''Full Name:''' Kate Everwood

'''Age:''' 31

'''Affiliation:''' Unaffiliated

'''Status:''' This Person of Interest is considerably well-documented due to the extensive presence of both herself and her fanbase on mainstream social media platforms such as Reddit, X, 4chan, and Parawatch. As indicated by her most recent online activity and her semi-regular “life update” blog posts on the official website for Fascinating Tales, Kate Everwood is reportedly still suffering from a multiple year-long alcohol addiction but is otherwise in reasonably good health. Kate has been clinically diagnosed with MDD and PTSD, though the extent to which said illnesses have impacted her personal beliefs has yet to be ascertained.

'''Related GOIs:''' There is no evidence that Kate Everwood is directly affiliated with any prominent group of interest, Nälkän or otherwise. Kate has, however, connected with and interviewed several individuals who have since been confirmed to have had ties to anomalous organizations, with some being former or even still-practicing Nälkäns. All of the aforementioned interviewees have appeared as guests on Fascinating Tales, which itself has garnered a cult following among users of the Parawatch wiki and other fringe forum sites.

'''Overview:''' Kate Everwood is a French American conspiracy theorist and the host of Fascinating Tales, an indie podcast centered around unsolved mysteries and the paranormal. Fascinating Tales sports an average weekly listener base of 400,000, most of whom credit Kate’s cynical mindset and fatalistic humor as the reasons for why they favor it over more popular shows. Kate herself exhibits a strong degree of contempt and mistrust towards figures of authority, with her regularly lambasting corporate and government establishments both on and off of Fascinating Tales. Furthermore, she often attributes blame for the lack of conclusive proof of the paranormal directly to the greed or incompetence of said establishments. According to her blog posts, Kate currently resides in a studio apartment of below-average living standards in Newark, Delaware and relies mostly on Fascinating Tales’ revenue to keep herself financially afloat.

'''Origins & History:''' Kate Everwood was born to Arthur and Lisa Everwood on May 11, 1994, spending the entirety of her childhood and most of her adolescence in a small New Jersey town that offered few opportunities for work or education and even fewer for families like the Everwoods, who were below the poverty line. Both Arthur and Lisa struggled heavily with substance abuse as a result of their own mental illnesses and the realities of their living situation of the time, leading Kate to experience long and frequent bouts of emotional neglect over the course of nearly two decades. Kate was able to attend a local public school, but consequentially to her upbringing, her grades were subpar and she could not connect particularly well with her peers. This did spark her early fascination with the paranormal, as she spent the majority of her free time in the school library, which contained several books related to cryptids, UFOs, and other unexplained phenomena.

On July 21, 2013, Lisa, after separating from Arthur in the wake of an argument that had escalated into physical blows, entered the Everwood home with a firearm and fatally shot Arthur before turning the weapon on herself. What followed was a sharp decline in Kate’s mental state that was only exacerbated by her hometown being monopolized and eventually outright bought by a factory farming corporation later that same year, forcing Kate to move to Delaware and promptly turn to alcohol as a means of escape. Kate first began work on Fascinating Tales when she was unemployable and at risk of homelessness due to the severity of her alcohol addiction, considering the project to be little more than a hobby to make the remainder of her life somewhat bearable. Fascinating Tales’ first listeners, however, immediately fell in love with Kate’s callous and matter-of-fact approach, praising it as a breath of fresh air in a podcast scene that had become exceedingly sanitized.

From there, the fanbase of Fascinating Tales steadily grew as word of its debut spread to paranormal enthusiasts on virtually every corner of the internet, all of whom contributed to an influx of revenue that substantially shifted the trajectory of Kate’s future. Kate’s newfound financial security was coupled with a moderate improvement in her drinking habits, which further enabled her to begin to piece her life back together and develop Fascinating Tales into a mature and still-ongoing passion project.

'''Recent Activity:''' Kate Everwood continues to regularly produce episodes for Fascinating Tales and interact with members of her audience over the internet, sometimes even going so far as to debate skeptical listeners on the veracity of fringe topics. Fascinating Tales also remains on a strong growth trend as more potential guests learn of the podcast and offer to make their appearances, further propelling its sphere of influence into wider and less niche communities. As her listener base grows, Kate is now beginning to sell merchandise and livestream her recordings of Fascinating Tales episodes in order to include call-in segments.

'''Conclusion:''' Kate Everwood is an invaluable source of intel when it comes to gauging the effects that Nälkän activity might be having on the world at large, and she should be closely monitored whenever possible. It is, however, extremely likely that veil-keeping organizations such as the SCP Foundation and Global Occult Coalition are already aware of Fascinating Tales’ existence, and should Kate ever discover conclusive proof of the anomalous, said organizations will almost certainly take action against her. This coupled with the probable existence of an amnestic ‘shadow web’ necessitates that Nälkäns present themselves as non-anomalous when interacting with Kate Everwood and should under no circumstances divulge secrets at the expense of plausible deniability.

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2026-03-12T22:51:39Z

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Solomonari:People Of Interest/Nalkans

2026-02-23T03:41:21Z

InvaderRed: updated main page

People from the Sarkic Cults, mainly personal characters, or Nalkans who are important to the lore.
----[[Solomonari/People Of Interest/Nalkans/Aria Cortez|Aria Cortez]]

[[Solomonari/People Of Interest/Nalkans/Sparky|"Sparky"]]

[[Solomonari/People Of Interest/Nalkans/The Stag Warrior|The Stag Warrior]]

[[Solomonari/People Of Interest/Nalkans/Myro Falkblom|Myro Falkblom]]

Solomonari:Fables/Tales

2026-02-23T03:36:08Z

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Tales written by the Solomonari, set in either the canon universe or an offshoot.

[[Solomonari/Fables/Tales/A Tale From The Shadow Web|A Tale from the Shadow Web]]

[[Solomonari/Fables/Tales/Carnosphere|Carnosphere]]

[[Solomonari/Fables/Tales/The Conversion|The Conversion]]

[[Solomonari/Fables/Tales/Baptism In Blood|Baptism in Blood]]

[[Solomonari/Fables/Tales/Journal Of A Nalkan|Journal of a Nalkan]]

[[Solomonari/Fables/Tales/The Discovery|The Discovery]]

[[Solomonari/Fables/Tales/Lockdown|Lockdown]]

[[Solomonari/Fables/Tales/The Ascension|The Ascension]]

[[Solomonari/Fables/Tales/Eulogy of the Lost|Eulogy of the Lost]]

[[Solomonari/Fables/Tales/Greed|Greed]]

[[Solomonari/Fables/Tales/Hunger, Rage, And The Sins That Were Lost|Hunger, Rage, And The Sins That Were Lost]]

[[Solomonari/Fables/Tales/Welcome Home|Welcome Home]]

[[Solomonari/Fables/Tales/Gluttony, Avarice, And A Damned Pyromaniac|Gluttony, Avarice, And A Damned Pyromaniac]]

[[Solomonari/Fables/Tales/At the Court of Alagada|At the Court of Alagada]]

[[Solomonari/Fables/Tales/Familytale, Creepypasta, Fairytale|Familytale, Creepypasta, Fairytale]]

Solomonari:Fables/Tales/Familytale, Creepypasta, Fairytale

2026-02-23T03:26:53Z

InvaderRed: Added 'Familytale, Creepypasta, Fairytale' by SparkySlime1311!

'''//: [Lost In Memoriam Collection : Chapter 1, Familytale, Creepypasta, Fairytale]'''

SparkySlime1311 | 2/14/2026
----Tales speak of endless stories, endless horrors existing preternaturally in the woods. From the scant whispers of a freak in the woods, to the abnormal skinwalker…to the more, urban. From the strange campfire tales of the Slenderman to the eerie folktales of the Rake…there were even the scant whispers of one Masked Neko, one that has been taking precedence in these very woods, even now.

It should also be known that tales speak too of the Karcists of old and their blood-craft; some understand them in various manners, from witches of the deep forestry, to ghoulish vampirism of ye olden age.

Such tales even extend far back from the woods of the Japanese to the ranges of the American, from the skinwalker to the wendigo. All possibilities lying in root of those of myth.

Yet, such tales are not to be our focus on these past grand eerie weeks, perhaps even months…

''You remain still, even now. Are you not satisfied with the battle you’ve wrought?''

'''That creepy- ''mimic,'' that was- it was-'''

'''Reminiscent…somehow…'''

''Was killing it reminiscent? Fighting with family?''

Yet, such tales have their beginning sourced from an origin point. Perhaps a tragedy, mayhaps even just that, a beginning.

And this, this tale of tragedy, interconnectedness, '''love'''; it begins not with the journey of a child so young, but instead a burgeoning family.

One such, betwixt two individuals, one everlasting in their youth and whimsy to the world at large…and the other? An explorer, some may even call them, an expeditioner.

'''Chapter 1 – the Child, the Roadtrip, the loss, Lhe Grief –'''

'''Or In Other Words: The Kidnapping Of A Jane Doe'''

On the faint hour of the early morning summer of the far past, a youth of the ages would be seen soon awakening. A child much like any other, a small specimen bearing potential unknown to most her age.

''“Kayaaaaaaa!!!!! K.K, kiddo, breakfast’s ready!”'' The sudden shout of her father upstairs immediately roused the girl from slumber, from the deep unconsciousness of the dream, the mind both belonging to the young girl, yet one she had yet to grow wholly familiar. Yet nonetheless, she abstained herself from returning to the sinking depths of sleep. The shackles of anxiety biting at the far reaches of mind as the little one leaves from her covers, finding it within herself to throw on a simple set of clothes–a grey sweater top and pink slacks significantly torn, clothes that of course have yet to taste the sweet sensation of proper cleanliness, yet, the child wore them nonetheless.

''“Ah there she is! Heya kiddo!”'' The sole father of the child, the man who despite his cheery disposition held an air about him suggesting tiredness beyond his years. Yet before the father, before the child as she stumbles into the kitchen, tired from early-morning grogginess, their energy instead quenched immediately at the sight of such a silver platter fit for royalty. A breakfast for champions…waffles, frosted with a glaze of butter and sugary cream–fit with a large glass of chocolate milk and a side glass of crispy cold water–enough to water the child’s mouth, her hunger thirst clear and evident.

''“Well, eat up K.K! We’ve a whole day to take hold of!!!”,''

''“Papa…you mean a whole day ahead of us.”'' The child corrected in a tone groggy, full of after school weekend whimsy-drought, every mumbled word an attempted retort. The child of the '''house''' taking a seat, eating slow, enjoying yet another moment to spend with her father. Dear old padre.

''“Heh, that we do? Ain’t we, K.K?”'' The father replies in that oh so whimsy-drenched tone of his, the tone of one whom the potential of a thousand successes flew by his mind daily, never to consider the one failure seeding doubt at the back of his mind. Mental trepidation. Yet, nevertheless, trepidation encountered, trepidation overcome.

Soon, soon, the child and the father would eventually vacate the '''house''' they claim residence following scant conversation regarding next week’s prospects and the reveal from the girl, tired as can be, of her upcoming group project.

''“-and I’m the only one actually participating in the project…do I-”'' The girl, tired as can be, blinks away her heavyset eyelids only to find, a shift in environment. A shift in the surround silence replaced then with her father’s calm intonation.

''“There she is! Ya drifted off to sleepytown, kiddo. Got the rest of the ya needed R&R?”'' The father, cheery as can be despite the clear injustice the girl attempted to make manifest. …Yet, ''“kiddo, don’t’cha worry nuthin’. We can talk ‘bout in length the idiocy of ya fellows out in them woods, alright? Clear the air to nature’s freshest!”'' The sudden sharpness to his words, the near-protective edge doused with the ol’ cheery charm. The father already out the car, girl soon to follow–smile renewed, a brighter expression to her face at his words, both the needed rest and needed uplifting vocal healing done wonders to her little anxious head.

''“Ehehaha, alright papa! Vamos, vamos!!!”'' The girl’s cheerful sudden utterance, then barely 14, whom had already gotten a strong-armed grasp of the English lexicon, was batting for seconds, utilizing various media to consume upon herself the Spanish tongue. Something which was of much delight to the father, ignoring his own ancestry in Spain and the southern Americas, no, instead he was far more proud of her early intelligence. A fierce, witty developing mind which was beholden to the girl and beholden to the very green around them. The bushels of windswept trees, sunlit dew shining off of leaves moist from yesterday’s monsooning showers, the prior night a riptide of water logged mildew greenery.

''“Que Suertudo soy de tener una hija tan inteligente…”'' An utterance, a whisper, a truth bore fruit to the whispering woods around them as they navigated past the sign marking their location off towards the graveled path, or, well…once graveled path.

''“Mnnn, papa? Do you, uhm-”'' The girl, bereft of all nervousness that which was quickly replaced via the sight before them full of dripping concern. They had found a body.

''“...Papa? What is- uhm, that?”'' Yet of course, the father, the good man of an untold year’s work keeping clerical certainty to his dear child’s protected mind. Yet, the girl to seeing the decomposed human-shaped mound on the distant moss could only rationalize the fact that something was wrong and that something was clearly, bothering, her father.

''“It- It- is, just someone taking a nap K.K!...They just- they likely ended up-”'' For just a moment, in the glint of an overcast sun illuminating the most of a clearing in the green. He saw it. Surrounding the dead the blooming flowers of a fresh faerie circle. Opportunity presented before him on a mossy platter.

''“They- ended up deep asleep! Deep, deep asleep, Kaya. Do you remember? '''The changeling myth?''' How they would-”''

''“Oh- OH! Oh, oh! Oh no no, no! The poor person’s stuck in the faerie circle then, papa! Mn, guess we can’t help them, can we?”'' To say the palpating relief that the father felt throughout not just the core of his being but his entirety was anything sudden, would be but a fool’s assumption. For the relief coursing through his very core like adrenaline shot through the veins was felt the instant the faerie flowers were noticed. Yet nonetheless, he allows himself an ease of composure in his success with averting his child’s purity, a sanctity slowly crumbling over the years yet nevertheless his sworn oath to protect.

''“No we unfortunately cannot Kaya! For if one steps unto the circle of faerie flowers?...”''

'''''Then only, only then, will the bait be prepared. Right?'''''

“''...Papa? Papa!! Are you okayyy? You’re looking pale- oh! Hello!!!”''

It wouldn’t be entirely foolish, nor would it be a fool’s assumption to say a myriad of confusion or oddities of the emotional or even logical variety would be assaulting the father of the child right this instant. A voice heard to a direction that the father heard and knew quite well, that there was no such persons. Yet here and now, in this very instant in these whispering blackened woods, stood a person nay – a persons, two bearing garish scarlet robing; a set of individuals whom despite their harmful disposition suggested an otherwise inviting nature.

'''''Please. Continue that fantastic story! We only just arrived to hear it.'''''

''“Oh- Papa! Papa, they’re speaking in that uhm- gobbeeel-deeeh-guuuk language you used to talk to me in!!! Papa, papa, do you know-”''

''“...Ustedes verdaderamente estan aqui para escuchar una historia? tu y tu gente carnosa?”''

This, such a proclamation before the “flesh people”, before the red robed betrothed to Nälkän strangers before the father and child. Such a proclamation causes yet little reaction, except, for a smile. A seedy, small smile spread wide over the shadowed hooded face of the persons before the two. Then, from one of them, a faint noise of sorts…a building of air, wretched, wretched gulps of air that are quickly realized as laughter. '''They were laughing at him.''' They were laughing at his very words. '''They thought him weak.''' They thought him amusing.

'''''My my, is that how you wish it to be ‘Dave’? Father of ‘Kayana’? Husband to ‘Mark-'''''

''“...Papa? Who’s “Mark”? I thought you didn’t like talking about-”''

''“...”''

Any further utterances, words, potential promises, threats, or deals composed for the days overmorrow were all cast for nought. The father, the man spoken of “Dave”, hears naught but static. Not to say that his hearing’s been drowned out, no, but more that his focus has been cast to the wayside; his very mind walking the plank for daring to re-encounter the past.

'''''How truly, truly understated it is to finally be face to face, ‘Kayana’. Apologies undoubtedly we must profess for this sudden intrusion to what is likely a family outing ‘twixt you two. But-'''''

''“Since when did y’all get the clearance to be near my Kaya?”''

He, the father, takes a singular step, hand crossed in front of his dearest child’s eyes as he stares affront to the robed persons. A wordless gesture, a simple crossing of the fingers and gesticulation suggesting clearly to the girl her resolute destination yet she risks padre’s ire; '''get in the car.''' And so, she turns and makes little time, quick as can be.

'''''Oh? …Folly the opportunity, falling so simply from our grasp. Yet, ‘Dave’, you fail to see it upon yourself the matter so simply before you. Unless?'''''

The smile dressed so plainly upon the persons’ faces remains stagnant, no matter its tattered state in emotional hesitation as the father glances once, yet then twice upon an impossibility. Once, his daughter’s body lay bare; consumed almost entirety from the shoes to the chest in vegetation, expression vacant, inky black puddles of soulless dark for eyes. Yet second, his daughter, his most precious walking clear to the car as ordered…

Yet, aside the clear hallucination of the matter, yet a second concern lays bear upon his immediate instinct to give chase, his first heavy footfall ceased upon the immediate sighting of something utterly horrendous in the green first before him then yet surrounding the decaying body of the child.

'''Faerie flowers''', those disgusting mixture of plantlife seeded so plainly. Both in circlet right before his outstepped left foot, and the larger ring constraining his enrooted daughter’s cadaver.

The next few instances, the next minutiae of the following actions that he would take were all shrouded in a slurry of white hot. Blinding emotions.

He first rushed past the circles of plantlife, every instinct screaming at him otherwise as he crushes the flowers surrounding his daughter’s corpus; that which he grabs at – finding little resistance as he pulls free, getting nary a breath or shout as he barrels towards what he presumes to be the fake. Only-

For his lights to go out, as the very world around him goes an eerie black. The very last thing he sees before being knocked out are a snapshot of sequences:

* The slow upturning grin on the face of his daughter’s double, as she slowly turns ‘round and stares to him…what was already a confirmation in his mind turning to slow confusion at the oddly quick turn from smug cheer to almost pitiful fear–gaze far past the father’s to '''something''' far, far distant and behind the man.
* A roar. A shout. A scream. A cry of something so vaguely human, yet almost distinct enough to imply its erroneous difference.
* The simple fact that the pain he felt as the world went dark spread as quick as it did ‘cross his body. In a singular instant he went from convicted, determined even, to…burning all over. Nerves on fire as if every spot of skin on his body was being ripped to shreds.

Yet, what was infinitely more strange than all…was that after he slowly regained the capability to blink, panic, and then regain full comprehension of the sight before him. Was the very fact that he could see at all.

And what he saw, would rather make a man wish for death right quick then and there than deal with the hell that he had awoken to; it was like every patch of greenery was set ablaze. He had somehow made it to his car, and was currently by his best estimate crumpled hard against the passenger side door of the vehicle, safe from the upsettingly close forest inferno that he had the displeasure of experiencing. And even worse? His daughter, both of them, '''were missing.'''

Not only the fact that his only reason for persisting in this world was M.I.A, the infinitely more concerning element was the blood. Oh the blood…the sanguine paint lining his arms like a dot painting, incomplete splatters running down both limbs like he’d stuck the appendages into a bathtub full of the stuff.

Just what was the father meant to do? Stand? As he even attempted to do so he quickly finds that in whatever occurred between his unwarranted nap and the world ablaze, his legs were apparently broken! How lovely. Just how wonderful this very situation was; hell - why wasn’t he dead-

'''And that’s when he felt it. The headache.'''

That oh so painful, cloudy headache. So upsettingly uncomfortable, worse than the worst migraine he’s ever had- so damned painful that his vision goes static. He pukes. He groans. He wipes his lips with dirt-caked fingers-

''“''So he lives. Spanish Mc Father Fuckerface.''”''

A crass, rough voice sounding like it belongs to both a chainsmoker yet also someone fairly young alerts the father to the presence of two distinct individuals before him. Well, technically three. Standing- or well, crouching, before him was seen an individual dressed in greased dark slacks and a horrendously stained white hoodie. His hair so shaggy, jet black and long that most of his face was difficult to discern; but what was discernible was…offputting, the only clean attire worn by the boy-a stainless medical mask restraining his mouth, and a butcher knife. Said knife held utmost casual, like one would wear a watch or hold a flashlight. And the other? A woman, bearing fairly plain forestry attire–the only…unique…aspect of her character being a clockface almost sewn in place of her eye. Of which…her eyes were, glowing, somehow?

''“Where is she-”''

''“''Where do ya think mate? Likely dead-''”''

''“''Ey- EY- FUCKING SHUT IT- LET ME DO THE-''”''

The two…intimidating? Figures above the father almost immediately start squabbling as the father props himself up. Despite the pain of putting pressure on what’s likely broken bones, broken everything, it does allow himself the opportunity to peer into the ceaseless inferno. Staring deep into the forestry to see the shadow of a quickly moving shape. A figure, a black blur that almost appears to react to his gaze by ceasing in movement. It is only then upon himself does eerie trepidation creep down his spine like early morning chicken pox. A pair of red, threatening eyes glow from the woods, a pair of almost catlike ears stand sharp and at attention atop the fluffy hair of the rather strange looking intimidating woman. Yet interestingly, the father’s gaze upon the red-eyed woman didn’t just seem to draw her own attention-

''“''EY- YOU FUCK- LOOK AT ''ME'', gaze upon ''me'' and IGNORE her ignore all of this you gringo Mc Fuckfa-''”''

''“''Jeff. Let’s go at this in turns, eh? Look’it this mans his legs are broken!''”''

''“''Yet he’s ''related'' to those freaks that she’s cleaning up! Aren’t all those pissants sucking Nalky dick-''”''

''“'''Nälkän.''' Now- '''where is she'''-”''

''“''Nalky Nakaka Na- ''NAH''- WHO GIVES A SHIT?! Hehe–ahahahaha-ahahah- you’re about to die! We’re about to make you so damn beautiful and pretty~, SO SHUT UP!''”''

''“''...guess we ain’t doing the whole good cop bad co-''”''

The two… rather quickly resume their squabbling routine. So much so to the point that they lose sight of the father, who quietly scoots away–understanding right quick that the two who are attempting to appear intimidating…just, aren’t. If anything they appeared more immature than bloodthirsty. Taking note of that simple, distinct measure of their character despite their rampant insanity…he attempts to crawl away further, stumbling upwards to find purchase on his legs bearing far more strength than he’d given them credit for bearing; yet it bears little fruit. For whatever movement he tries, what escape attempt he seeks…

'''It is never reminiscent to ''fight'' with family. You know this well. Family is far from what you reminisce, ''Family is the route of pain.'''''

'''Even now, you cast aside pain. Cast aside blame. Cast aside reason, cast aside doubt. You are far from one to sow seeds; so why think of yourself to the past you threw away to the now? Here. Embedded upon this fetid wretch that took upon the form of your companion?'''

''It is all I know. Family is pain adrift, cast overboard in the roaring tempest-''

'''''My Family,''''' '''is err un suffering. It is all I know to dwell in it. You have stated as much.'''

'''Yet, Sparky. You forget yourself. Do you not remember what you saw in that man’s eyes on that day when the forest blazed eternal? That day when you snuffed not only the light from a genuine person’s being but their child and the doppel that was created? You are-'''

'''I am the cause. I am the provider. I am the substance abuser of the buzz that is nostalgic pain and suffering. It is my supple meat and drink. My ends that the means justify.'''

'''''All I know. Is my own folly, that which is mine own desire.'''''

'''For it is all I know.'''

'''For it is all I am.'''

''Yet forget you not. You are both the enemy, yet too are you your own ally. Are you not? I’m still here, after all. Your, “Dad”.''

'''…If one forgets but all the self that appears in the mirror, that all recollect upon them as that person that they themselves no longer recount as who they understand that self as them to be. Would that not be as akin to selfsame death?'''

''To err. To ponder. To weep. To sonder. Yet, you remain atrociously violent. You were reborn under that red sun, yet, you still retain a desire seeded by, “Dad”. You still retain that shred of what is, what was, what will, what always shall be.''

'''Id ego permanente. Then I must kill the thing I see before the mirror. Claim myself fiercely as “Me”, not just before, “Dad”, but before reality’s eye. To prudence.'''

…is but swiftly denied by that prior blackish blur. That same feeling of his body entirely alight enflamed. That same prior feeling of beady red glowing eyes upon his visage.

'''And that’s when yet again. His headache got worse.'''

The static in his mind the migraine so profound, that he stumbles, barely recognizing the suited in black-ish garb anomaly faceless '''freak''' standing aside the girl whose hands were lined bloody with broken glass. Another molotov freshly produced clasped tight in her grip as he stared dazedly at all this. At- …at the figure held clasp in the tall man’s grasp, it was his daughter; not the doppel not the fake, the dirt trailing her body and roots caked in her hair spoke enough of the truth. With a shout shattering glass against the unstable pain of his mind he lurches forward-

Only for his world to darken in entirety, one final time.

'''Then forever it be shall.''' To wit.

Then forever I shall endlessly apologize for mine prudence. To wit.

And forever shall more stories, more tales evermore be whispered among these blackened woods. The stories of a Masked Stalker in feline drape would of course continue from this. From the disappearance of the original proxies, to the stories of the Slender reduced to just that. Stories.

…Yet I ask thee but just this. What happens when the reality of a situation. When a child torn from their parent torn from their family are either forgotten, reduced to simplistic urban myth, or even reduced to slurry in the cog of a fleshy machine? But of course. What a silly question, is it not? '''Life moves on'''.

Yet betwixt these stories, yet forevermore folly to the pains of these novel’d experiences before the reader you I and every other peering eye can scry; what matters does it truly concern the difference between the '''fictional''' and the '''real'''?

What difference does it make if one such story of a father and his dearest kid happen upon the unthinkable? What difference does it make when the number of lives lost ‘ere onward reality are outweighed by the lives attained yearly?

'''Life moves on'''. Yet, there is but one critical difference clear that separates the fictional from the non. Yes, it is but that simple separation of the tangible to the fantastical; the thin line of creativity, the wall between Gods and their apostle.

The medium.

The format of which the tale, the experience, the art piece, the song, the '''feeling''' attains an iota of life to it’s lonesome. …So let me instead say but this dear reader.

Let me instead offer upon you the ponderance of the very thing, of the life of the fictional. Of the given reality we abstain from scrutiny absolute in our pursuit to suspend our current plight. An escapism, a reprieve. …One that will soon be ending.

As is the unfortunate truth to every tale, the unfortunate reality of it all.

That is the mere entropy of creativity.

That is, to say, for now,

The End.

Solomonari:People Of Interest/Nalkans/Myro Falkblom

2026-02-23T02:38:51Z

InvaderRed: capitalized a single letter that was bothering me

'''//: Myro Falkblom'''

Xx_midnightkitty / 17.02
----''Due to the rapidly changing nature of the individual and for the protection of the people involved, some information has been redacted at your leisure.''

''Yours truly, Mona''

'''Full Name:''' Myro Falkblom

'''Age:''' 21

'''Affiliation:''' Sarkics - Vatula

Although part of the Nälkän belief, it is unknown whether he practices said faith as attendance in events and rituals is rather low. Alongside that he does not wear the attire representative of his sect and neither autopsies nor written reports of any kind linked to him have been found, despite his somewhat lengthy membership to the Vatula, due to how far back the sightings of him go (about a year now). What he intends to do within the sect itself is unknown as well - although it is speculated that he may be using the methods of the Vatula (in regards to the summoning of amalgamations, etc.) for things outside of their intended purposes (mainly aiding in combat).

'''Appearance:'''

Anyone would be easily able to recognise him due to multiple, apparent factors - such as his abnormally large height or.. well frankly - nearly everything. His skin and hair strike one as incredibly pale and perhaps it could be a case of albinism? More or less due to the fact that while some elves (his presumed species) are quite pale, none have characteristic traits such as his. Especially the pretty red eyes could be an indicator of the autoimmune disease, although a black sclera is not usual. Especially when it seems as though he is constantly weeping tears of what seems to be the same material? It could be related to the strange, fleshy flower (that can also be found growing in the Kiraak) which seems to have taken the place of his left eye. How it has survived can only be guessed that it's somehow been grafted onto the flesh around his socket, perhaps? No analysis has ever been performed on him, and is therefore inconclusive. His clothing is nothing too exciting, however it does seem as though he wears the same suit and blouse for plenty of days in a row, only having been spotted in something different once or twice. To have a somewhat long tail is also a particularity, although it doesn't always seem to be present - so Falkblom may be hiding it or it is something he can “manifest” at will.

'''Sightings & Connections:'''

The claim of a perhaps nefarious reason for being here is further supported due to the fact that of the few sightings where he is very apparently there - meaning for more than a split second - he is usually found to be engaging with reports written by others - which, when reviewed, appear to speak of things like the Kiraak or of methods to use whatever horrid things lie within the “dead” part of it, for example - or a tome with the symbol of the Vatula engraved in it (in which he has been spotted to write in once).

And due to the lack of other observations concerning gatherings (rallies, sermons, prayers , etc.), one would highly doubt he would be in close company of any other, member or not. That, however, has been disproven (multiple) times. He has been most commonly found interacting with an individual belonging to the █████, known as ████, with whom an interview has been arranged. Though it ended prematurely, it can be concluded that █████ █████ ███ ███████ ███ ██ ████ ███. An interview with Mr. Falkblom could not be done, however, as to the point of writing this there has been no success in reaching him. So whether Mr. ████ went through with his words is unknown. Alongside that any other people that have been found to have spoken to him have returned no insightful information and are not connected to him in any deeper way than mere acquaintances.

One particular incident where a clear cut presence could be seen ties back to another POI (namely, “Sparky”) which relates to the incident where a part of the Kiraak was rather decimated (although still not deceased). Upon delving into the heavily injured parts as an expedition of sorts (to properly map out the damages), we were approached with surprising hostility (compared to his usual docility) when meeting Falkblom, who heavily insisted we leave the area and even threatened to allow abominations to ambush the team if we did not comply. Although they attempted to reason with him, he seemed to stand his ground heavily. Us, not having the necessary equipment for quite the horde, decided to back off as we already saw the creatures approaching us.

What was notable about them was that they were not of the usual kind - whether rotspawn or anything a Nälkän could call forth to aid them. Rather, they were partially carcasses of animals that have long since seen better days, or straight up skeletons - having mostly (what seems to be) uncontaminated, live flesh on them. Whether they had any underlying organs has since remained unidentified, but they nonetheless seemed to be very well coordinated and even seemed to work slightly like a hivemind due to their rather.. synced attacks (same direction, same “target” - same way of walking and exactly the same rhythm, even as they stopped or continued walking).

Such aggressiveness had never been encountered before, and from there on the people (alongside myself) who’d been on that expedition were met only with tolerance. Perhaps that is why the interview was never arranged. However the encounter does show that he was potentially protecting the Kiraak - maybe from further damages? Although it doesn't excuse the threat of friendly fire, it is a worthwhile mention that when a person did manage to get into his good will, they were still denied answers when it came to his whereabouts in the Kiraak that time (or in general anything concerning it). Falkblom has also been generally shown to care for the remnants of the Kiraak in the Cathedral (where he can be found most often) or occasionally spotted taking care of it in Aen Nerio.

'''Place of Origin:'''

Even though he has been here for a small while, it is clear that his home lies ███ ██ ████, as evidenced by multiple small villages sharing some similarity in the dialect which he uses, but also slightly in appearance. It has been disproven that he could’ve come from the villages, however a close comparison would find that he’s at the very least related to the residents somehow, bearing certain ways of pronunciation as well as “traditions”, such as ████ █ █████ or █████. The small communities he could be related to are not strictly Nälkän however and are more of a mixed bag - so it could just be the similarities of a faith, and not a strict marker related to his place of origin. Plenty of the residents across multiple communities have attested to the fact that they recognise him in some way, but most could not recount from where he came - and especially not that he belonged there.

'''Interview:'''

Date: 20/02/2026

Interviewer: Xx_midnightkitty (Mona F.)

Rank: Pretare (Solomonari)

Subject: Just_GermanyxD ( ████ M.)

Questions:

Q1 - “How are you doing today?”

A1 - “Doing fine so far.”

Q2 - “If I may ask, you seem to be acquainted with someone called ˋMyro Falkblom´, am I correct?”

A2 - “Yes, I am.”

Q3 - “Is he just an acquaintance or do you two know each other better? Like say.. friends, perhaps.”

A3 - “I consider him more as family than a friend.”

Q4 - “Does Mr. Falkblom spend a lot of time around/with you?”

A4 - “We meet up every day for about an hour or so.”

Q5 - “Has he ever indulged in telling you about things he finds fascinating?”

A5 - “Yes, he has.”

Q5.a - “Has he ever mentioned/talked about the Kiraak or things surrounding it with you? And if so, what exactly?”

A5.a - “He talks about a lot of things and therefore I’m not sure if he’s mentioned the Kiraak specifically.”

Q6 - “Do you know how exactly the fleshy flower got into his eye, and why it happened?”

A6 - “I know why it happened, but I don't know how exactly.”

Q6.a - “Could you elaborate?”

A6.a - Unanswered. / “Why do you want to know?” (████)

A6.b - “I need it for a research paper I’m writing.” (Mona)

Q7 - “Then why don't you ask him yourself?” (████)

A7 - “I can never catch sight of him. This has been the case for plenty of people, therefore I’m questioning you. So, do you mind elaborating on the aforementioned question of ''why'' it happened?” (Mona)

A7.a - “No. That's his story to tell, not mine.”

Q8 - “Could you let him know I wish to meet him, then?”

A8 - “Yes, I'll do that as soon as possible.”

'''Conclusion:'''

In conclusion, Myro Falkblom is to be kept an eye on, but not necessarily feared, so to say. Besides his weird fascination with the Kiraak, he does not seem to pose any threat to others. Perhaps he is planning something in the background of which we know nothing of (or at least not much), but such heavy speculation could drive an actually harmless individual away from the community.

Solomonari:People Of Interest/Nalkans/Myro Falkblom

2026-02-23T02:36:08Z

InvaderRed: Added 'Myro Falkblom' by xx_midnightkitty! (with a title that isn't donked up this time)

'''//: Myro Falkblom'''

Xx_midnightkitty / 17.02
----''Due to the rapidly changing nature of the individual and for the protection of the people involved, some information has been redacted at your leisure.''

''Yours truly, Mona''

'''Full Name:''' Myro Falkblom

'''Age:''' 21

'''Affiliation:''' Sarkics - Vatula

Although part of the Nälkän belief, it is unknown whether he practices said faith as attendance in events and rituals is rather low. Alongside that he does not wear the attire representative of his sect and neither autopsies nor written reports of any kind linked to him have been found, despite his somewhat lengthy membership to the Vatula, due to how far back the sightings of him go (about a year now). What he intends to do within the sect itself is unknown as well - although it is speculated that he may be using the methods of the Vatula (in regards to the summoning of amalgamations, etc.) for things outside of their intended purposes (mainly aiding in combat).

'''Appearance:'''

Anyone would be easily able to recognise him due to multiple, apparent factors - such as his abnormally large height or.. well frankly - nearly everything. His skin and hair strike one as incredibly pale and perhaps it could be a case of albinism? More or less due to the fact that while some elves (his presumed species) are quite pale, none have characteristic traits such as his. Especially the pretty red eyes could be an indicator of the autoimmune disease, although a black sclera is not usual. Especially when it seems as though he is constantly weeping tears of what seems to be the same material? It could be related to the strange, fleshy flower (that can also be found growing in the Kiraak) which seems to have taken the place of his left eye. How it has survived can only be guessed that it's somehow been grafted onto the flesh around his socket, perhaps? No analysis has ever been performed on him, and is therefore inconclusive. His clothing is nothing too exciting, however it does seem as though he wears the same suit and blouse for plenty of days in a row, only having been spotted in something different once or twice. To have a somewhat long tail is also a particularity, although it doesn't always seem to be present - so Falkblom may be hiding it or it is something he can “manifest” at will.

'''Sightings & connections:'''

The claim of a perhaps nefarious reason for being here is further supported due to the fact that of the few sightings where he is very apparently there - meaning for more than a split second - he is usually found to be engaging with reports written by others - which, when reviewed, appear to speak of things like the Kiraak or of methods to use whatever horrid things lie within the “dead” part of it, for example - or a tome with the symbol of the Vatula engraved in it (in which he has been spotted to write in once).

And due to the lack of other observations concerning gatherings (rallies, sermons, prayers , etc.), one would highly doubt he would be in close company of any other, member or not. That, however, has been disproven (multiple) times. He has been most commonly found interacting with an individual belonging to the █████, known as ████, with whom an interview has been arranged. Though it ended prematurely, it can be concluded that █████ █████ ███ ███████ ███ ██ ████ ███. An interview with Mr. Falkblom could not be done, however, as to the point of writing this there has been no success in reaching him. So whether Mr. ████ went through with his words is unknown. Alongside that any other people that have been found to have spoken to him have returned no insightful information and are not connected to him in any deeper way than mere acquaintances.

One particular incident where a clear cut presence could be seen ties back to another POI (namely, “Sparky”) which relates to the incident where a part of the Kiraak was rather decimated (although still not deceased). Upon delving into the heavily injured parts as an expedition of sorts (to properly map out the damages), we were approached with surprising hostility (compared to his usual docility) when meeting Falkblom, who heavily insisted we leave the area and even threatened to allow abominations to ambush the team if we did not comply. Although they attempted to reason with him, he seemed to stand his ground heavily. Us, not having the necessary equipment for quite the horde, decided to back off as we already saw the creatures approaching us.

What was notable about them was that they were not of the usual kind - whether rotspawn or anything a Nälkän could call forth to aid them. Rather, they were partially carcasses of animals that have long since seen better days, or straight up skeletons - having mostly (what seems to be) uncontaminated, live flesh on them. Whether they had any underlying organs has since remained unidentified, but they nonetheless seemed to be very well coordinated and even seemed to work slightly like a hivemind due to their rather.. synced attacks (same direction, same “target” - same way of walking and exactly the same rhythm, even as they stopped or continued walking).

Such aggressiveness had never been encountered before, and from there on the people (alongside myself) who’d been on that expedition were met only with tolerance. Perhaps that is why the interview was never arranged. However the encounter does show that he was potentially protecting the Kiraak - maybe from further damages? Although it doesn't excuse the threat of friendly fire, it is a worthwhile mention that when a person did manage to get into his good will, they were still denied answers when it came to his whereabouts in the Kiraak that time (or in general anything concerning it). Falkblom has also been generally shown to care for the remnants of the Kiraak in the Cathedral (where he can be found most often) or occasionally spotted taking care of it in Aen Nerio.

'''Place of Origin:'''

Even though he has been here for a small while, it is clear that his home lies ███ ██ ████, as evidenced by multiple small villages sharing some similarity in the dialect which he uses, but also slightly in appearance. It has been disproven that he could’ve come from the villages, however a close comparison would find that he’s at the very least related to the residents somehow, bearing certain ways of pronunciation as well as “traditions”, such as ████ █ █████ or █████. The small communities he could be related to are not strictly Nälkän however and are more of a mixed bag - so it could just be the similarities of a faith, and not a strict marker related to his place of origin. Plenty of the residents across multiple communities have attested to the fact that they recognise him in some way, but most could not recount from where he came - and especially not that he belonged there.

'''Interview:'''

Date: 20/02/2026

Interviewer: Xx_midnightkitty (Mona F.)

Rank: Pretare (Solomonari)

Subject: Just_GermanyxD ( ████ M.)

Questions:

Q1 - “How are you doing today?”

A1 - “Doing fine so far.”

Q2 - “If I may ask, you seem to be acquainted with someone called ˋMyro Falkblom´, am I correct?”

A2 - “Yes, I am.”

Q3 - “Is he just an acquaintance or do you two know each other better? Like say.. friends, perhaps.”

A3 - “I consider him more as family than a friend.”

Q4 - “Does Mr. Falkblom spend a lot of time around/with you?”

A4 - “We meet up every day for about an hour or so.”

Q5 - “Has he ever indulged in telling you about things he finds fascinating?”

A5 - “Yes, he has.”

Q5.a - “Has he ever mentioned/talked about the Kiraak or things surrounding it with you? And if so, what exactly?”

A5.a - “He talks about a lot of things and therefore I’m not sure if he’s mentioned the Kiraak specifically.”

Q6 - “Do you know how exactly the fleshy flower got into his eye, and why it happened?”

A6 - “I know why it happened, but I don't know how exactly.”

Q6.a - “Could you elaborate?”

A6.a - Unanswered. / “Why do you want to know?” (████)

A6.b - “I need it for a research paper I’m writing.” (Mona)

Q7 - “Then why don't you ask him yourself?” (████)

A7 - “I can never catch sight of him. This has been the case for plenty of people, therefore I’m questioning you. So, do you mind elaborating on the aforementioned question of ''why'' it happened?” (Mona)

A7.a - “No. That's his story to tell, not mine.”

Q8 - “Could you let him know I wish to meet him, then?”

A8 - “Yes, I'll do that as soon as possible.”

'''Conclusion:'''

In conclusion, Myro Falkblom is to be kept an eye on, but not necessarily feared, so to say. Besides his weird fascination with the Kiraak, he does not seem to pose any threat to others. Perhaps he is planning something in the background of which we know nothing of (or at least not much), but such heavy speculation could drive an actually harmless individual away from the community.